I actually get by with a LOT of help from my friends. LOTS and LOTS of help.
Some days I wonder if this is even my house, because there is literally always people here. We are used to it. Chantal lived with us for a couple years, then we moved in with family for two months and honestly, half my clothes are still in a suitcase that I use everyday. It’s like God was preparing us for a renovation.
“Stop being needy about things that don’t matter, and learn to live in complete chaos with no consistency because earth isn’t your home anyways. And oh ya, I put your couch in storage.” -God.
Yes you guys, we live here. I don’t know why people are so surprised by that. Everything about the current state of this house is nicer than my college dorm room. Yes, I can’t walk barefoot anywhere. Sometimes, there’s probably a little dust in my food. Sometimes, we might knock out a window and put a tarp on it for a day before it’s fixed. Sometimes, we might have to climb a 30 foot ladder through said tarped window in the pouring rain after dark because we locked ourselves out.
To be clear, Trent climbed the ladder in the rain. I stood under the front awning.
If anyone tries to break in, you are at a high risk of stepping on a pointy screw or a tool or a loose razor blade. Found one in the carpet just yesterday. This is not a place for small children.
Even through the dangers of this house, we have been thankful for the help we’ve gotten from friends and fam. And now, a tribute to our first month helpers:
George and Julie
George and Julie brought us LongBoards and I am forever grateful. We cleaned and tore up some flooring, and they gave us this orchid. After a few weeks it’s a little dusty and has a few paint stains, but it’s alive and growing. The orchid is me.
Tom and Debbie
My in-laws have done a LOT. Debbie is a master cleaner. You don’t even know what your cabinets are covered with until she gives them a scrub…
She has helped us find some thrift store steals and put liners in every single kitchen cabinet.
My father-in-law Tom has worked with Trent on everything that requires a builder’s license or an IQ over 5million. They are engineers, so it counts.
It feels like weeks that I looked out the window and saw Tom there on the ladder. Now that the windows are fixed, I look out there and think “WHERE IS TOM!?!?”
I’m thankful Tom has consistently taught and helped us through this house stuff, and I know we’ve saved a lot of money because of his skill set.
Micah, Caleb and Melody
Three of my 4 siblings are living in KC for the summer! FUN.
Caleb sanded the crud out of everything, then spent a solid hour or more scraping glue off a window. If that doesn’t say “I love you sis”, I don’t know what does.
Micah has been a huge help with his scraping and painting skills. He conveniently paints trim without a ladder. And Melody eats McFlurry’s.
Mom and Dad
My dad spent a full day priming windows last week. He is by far the best painter this household has seen. My mom scraped and cleaned our windows. I left the room when she sat on the window sill, with a three story drop.
She also does our laundry, so she deserves an award.
Andy is a family friend, and teaches tile professionals how to tile for a living. So he’s legit. What a huge help he was with our master shower this weekend! We have a shower floor!
Gracie Belle does nothing but bark at the neighbor dog, Rico.
In all fairness, she did annoy the crud out of the groundhog under our porch until it relocated. She’s resilient.
We are far from finished. Far, far, farrrrrrrrr.
We are painting ceilings and trim, and hopefully some walls here soon!
Our master floor is almost done. We plan to finish this room first, so we have a place to “escape”.
I’m off to paint. Bye.