Well, here we are...

We've been officially in the new house for a little over a week, and this house is a mess. We're living out of boxes, with drywall slabs, drywall mud, and paint cans all over the place. I can't stand it. Lia's room is 99% done, and Jaxon's room is completely finished (minus new windows, which the whole house needs). This house will become our little labor of love. Well, I'm not doing much right now, but not because I don't want to. I not only lack the energy, I'm told I can't do anything out of fear of hurting the baby.

The kitchen is somewhat in order, well mostly in order. I still need to unpack a box of plasticware. However, my 2-step ladder is being used at the moment and I really don't see how important it is to take the energy to go upstairs to get it just to unpack plastic bowls.

I just found my comb yesterday, been looking for it for a week, but since I didn't pack the bathroom - I had no idea where it had gone off to. I search daily through baskets of clothes trying to find even a small portion of my wardrobe. I have no idea where anything is. Our soon to be office has become a closet of sorts. It holds some of our clothes, my scrapbooking stuff, our computer equipment, my wedding dress, you name it...it's in there.

What I wouldn't give for one of those TLC shows to knock on my door and say they're going to clean and organize our home, not to mention finish all the remodeling, tear down the pool, rebuild the deck, and pay for it all. Yeah right...keeping dreaming.