It was so nice of my mom friend to let us stay to let us stay in their house for two weeks. She's English with three little girls and they have a maison du village in the middle of town. It was fun to be a townie for a few weeks and she has the coolest house from the 17th century with these amazing beams running through all the rooms.
Those are a few of the photos I took while relaxing at her house the past two weeks. The change of scenery was wonderful, and so was the bathtub. Damnitt to hell a bathtub! Such a luxury after a year of crappy showers.
But now we're back to broken faucets, fleas, ants and insulation poking out everywhere. I'm probably going to lose my mind a few more times in the next few months like I did yesterday. I threw Charlotte's bed across the room in a fit of frustration and then I screamed really loud and scared the kids, which made me feel awful. Stupid old bed! It was broken in all the chaos and I was trying to fix it by glueing together the sommelier. After all who wants to buy a new baby crib when the baby is 20 months old? And who wants the baby to climb out of a toddler bed and onto the landing with the plywood handrail? Not one of my finer moments.
But it wasn't all bad. I happen to rock because I replaced the kitchen faucet by myself, and the look on the hardware guy's face when I told him it was ME doing the job and not my husband was worth the whole crappy week I've been having.
I just have a wish that one day soon there will be more than two weeks of living in a normal house borrowed from a neighbor, but it will be my house finished and organized and with a dishwasher and a normal sized fridge. One day...
Now excuse me while I leave the house for three hours, take my children to McDonald's and bomb my house with dangerous chemicals to get rid of the flea circus.
Oh and my internet is come and go so if I haven't commented on your blog or answered e mail it's because I only get about ten minutes of little green lights a day. We think it's our shoddy electricty and the one 1930's electricity. At least that's what it seems to me. The entire house on nearly one outlet? Yep.
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How frustrating. You are awesome though. I wish you'd posted a picture of the hardware guy's face.
AH, the joys of an old house in need of repair and living in a construction zone. I feel your pain. Good job on the faucet!
It's funny because I'm not a hardcore feminist but I'm having all these women's lib moments lately. Btw it's a great feeling to do your own plumbing and it's not any harder than sewing. I think we just assign these tasks to men in our mind and then assume we can't do them.
Speaking of breaking stereotypes ... I actually had to ask the construction guy next door to help me learn how to sew. He's from a small town in the south and had to learn a little bit of everything. Need a socket replaced ... he can do it. Need to learn to sew ... he can do it. Need to sharpen those mower blades ... yep, him again. I just love it.
He's a craftman and makes everything out of wood from cabinets and beds to doll houses. For the doll houses he makes everything including the furniture (which involves sewing).
Of course, having him so close makes it so much easier to ask him for help (I pay him with dinners). He mentioned once, "You need to learn how to do this" (he was changing my tire.) I responded, "I do know how to, but why should I get dirty when you can do it for me." He smirked and I offered him lasagna. All's good.
Don't beat yourself up over the moments when you lose control. That's life. No use in teaching children that it's all roses when it isn't.
Go girl (for the plumbing).
I've turned into electricity girl myself. It's not that difficult to hang a light and I'm so proud of myself that I did all of them in our house.
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