I am smack in the middle of major house renovation and I can't find a way to make it funny yet. So far it's this unending seeming series of what? no, seriously...
It is remediated.
The walls. They are gone.
Everything else is a matter of waiting. Here.
Granted, it's not the worst place in the world to be displaced. Except for this is the view from the outlaws' house. Where the X also is. Where I've been for the past howeverlongish since this all got started. It's pretty and all, but it's not. my. space. But they are so gracious for hosting me and the kids and thank you and all that. But I know now that I can never audition for Big Brother because god forbid I made it through and got displaced for an even longer period of time than this is going to be. If I think I'm living under a microscope here? (and you should have no doubt that I am) Then Big Brother would be seven million times worse at least.
So that's off the table.
And I haven't had computer access as often as I used to because of the displacement and even if I did, every 3D thing going on makes it hard to just sit back and think about it all. There's no sense of perspective. Which is really extremely challenging when you're trying to be a consistent blogger again. Even moreso when you're trying to decide on a grand visionary decorating plan for multiple rooms of the house and deal with contractor schedules and kid schedules and outlaw schedules and various other surprises thrown in wildly and akimbo and other uncomfortable sounding words to convey the moment in the middle when your former mother in law inquires concernedly about your romantic life and gives you permission to just get out there and meet somebody.
Because that was the only thing holding me back.
Anyway, renovation related things are slated to move right on along any minute now.
And I am one hundred percent serious that ~ walls or not ~ as soon as the plumbing is finished, I'm back in that house.