It’s all in the details….my sanity, that is.

If there’s one thing I’ve found to be true throughout this process it’s that details keep me going.  When progress stops, contractors fail, and all hope seems lost, I can easily lose myself in revisiting the details that will *someday* fill the kitchen…the nursery…the house.

Somehow, that calms my nerves, eases the tension, and leaves me ready to face the next day.

Give me a pencil and a sheet of graph paper, and I’m set.

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Here’s a look at where we are now.  Beachboy has about 4 feet to go until all three spaces have flooring.  Alas, work won’t resume again until Monday.  This weekend brings with it out of town guests.  That leaves us just a few fleeting weekends to go.  8 weeks until we’re “due.”  I’m hoping for a late baby.  How often do you hear a momma say THAT?

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We have His and Hers projects underway, and they are keeping us hopping! (and away from the laptop)

His: Painting the new drywall in the kitchen, breakfast room, and laundry studio.  (We’re lovin’ Olympics’ VOC free paint! I had it color matched to a Martha color from Home Depot.)

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primer up!

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first coat up in laundry studio

Hers: Growing BeachBaby. (Just under 3 months left to go!)

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That’s right, it’s a race against the clock in our cottage. If BeachBaby holds out for a full 40 weeks, we have just 12 left to pull this place together so that it resembles a home.  (With a home birth in our future, I’d say that’s pretty important!)

BUT….That’s asking a lot since the master bath is still gutted, the kitchen/laundry studio clearly aren’t done, the whole house is still boxed up and displaced, the “nursery” is currently holding overflow and hasn’t even been started, there is no lighting in the kitchen, the electrical in the kitchen and laundry studio need fixed, and the floors still aren’t finished in any of the bedrooms.

And, all this is going on while our contractor is MIA!

I’d call that stress.

BeachBoy has been working his cute little booty off, trying to pull everything together so I don’t have a meltdown in time to order furniture and prep the baby’s room.  Maybe I should call him Superman instead.

my hero