I wrote this post on Sunday night, right after Dad left.
My dad helped us make leaps and bounds this past week. Now that he is gone, the work seems so slow. I am feeling down about the whole project. Sometimes I love our adventure and other times I think, “what on earth have I gotten myself into?” I am feeling the later statement today.
Did I mention that Thomas also got called as Scout Master? It has been a shockingly time-consuming calling. It feels like one more thing to keep us from working on the house.
And just so you can continue to feel my pain, here is how I have been doing dishes for the last five, going on six months. Dishes in a bucket are no fun.
I haul the water in from the bathroom one pitcher full at a time because I can’t get the full tub in the room over the bridge.
Now I know I’m not the only one who has something to complain about. Don’t let me be the only whiny one today. What is the hard spot in your life right now?