I barely blogged at all while we renovated our house. We were squashed into one corner of one room while the rest of the house sputtered noise and paint and dust. Not surprisingly, my head turned into a strange mushy substance. Unable to utter cohesive words, let alone write them.
I can’t adequately describe how we lived. Bring on the photos please.
There is so much more.
I was consumed by chaos up to my brittle neck. I was also so sick at the time. In the spirit of adventure I threw away any expectations of proper routines or diets or rules. I did only what I needed to do to survive.
But for four long months this persistent crazy thing called life just kept going.
Three out of four of us had birthdays. There was a 10 year wedding anniversary, Kindergarten concerts, a trip to Sydney, Christmas, and my daughter’s first day of school. Life life life. It just kept rolling on.
Out of the madness the precious details of every day were right there, begging for me to notice them. So I did.
The stuff the photos didn’t capture was the strange displacement we felt. Homeless in our own home.
I remember longing for life to go back to normal. I wanted our home back. SO badly. I knew it was entirely my doing, this was my choice and a sparkly new house was the reward at the end! But still there were days so hard, insanely hard. And I’m ridiculously proud of us for coping as well as we did.
The day the renovations ended we celebrated. Noodles and sushi take-away, with fizzy apple drink. It was all we could muster. But we didn’t care. Nothing tasted better than relief.
Perhaps we should have waited for a more ideal time to do our renovations. When the kids were older? When I wasn’t so ill? When it wasn’t over Christmas? Truth is, there’s probably no ideal time for renovating. The timing seemed right for us for many other reasons. I had no idea I was going to be that sick. And I don’t think we truly knew just how tough it was going to be. Probably a good thing in hindsight. There’s something so simple about taking one day at a time. Blissfully naive.
If you decide to make a change then there probably will be discomfort. You can’t press the pause button on life. The damn thing just keeps happening.
Best to hang on tight. To your kids, to your partner, to yourself. Then let it roll on.