Is it July yet?

The builders are galloping toward finishing the house in July. Of course, we then have to have the county come in an inspect and who knows how long that will take. I'm trying to NOT get too excited for fear that something will happen and I won't be in my house in July. That would bruise an already broken heart.

The row house is nice. The neighbors are nice. The little boy next door just thinks I am the greatest thing since pizza mostly, I think, because I use the word poop and he thinks that hysterical. Of course, he's only about 2 but it is nice to have a fan.

I think the reason I don't like the row house is because I can't make it mine and I am itching to make something mine. I've poster tac'd things to the wall in the craft room and have my table there so messy it looks almost like home except for those Pumpkin eater walls. I put up some removable wall stickers downstairs which helps a bit. I never realized before this how important it is to me to put my stamp on things.

I found some great fabric that I want to use in the house. I'm thinking of making my own bed head board using that fabric, stuffing and some beading but I can't even work on that, because I don't know how big a bed I am getting. The bedrooms are small at home and so I thought a full or maybe a twin, but a twin might be too small and I'll spend the rest of my life falling out of bed.

Speaking of falling.... sigh... gravity will never be my friend. I was being silly Friday night and making fart sounds with my bare feet on the wooden floors when suddenly I'm face down on the floor with no sensation of actually falling. Michael AKA the old Poop yelled "Oh my god!" and then he and Charlie were there each trying to push the other aside. I managed to get myself up but OUCH!!!. So I was hobbling all weekend nearly in tears when I had to climb the stairs in the row house. Even my hands hurt to the point where I had to cancel claying with my neighbors, something I was looking forward to for days, nor could I walk well. So despite the holiday I went no place for those three days and I still hurt. I have promised the oLd Poop and myself that I will make no more floor fart noises. I make no promises however about any other fart noises.

I think I have the house colors chosen. I'm talking interior. Old Poop says Josh can pick the siding color and, knowing Josh, he'd pick purple. I'm still waiting for Ikea to send me a catalog so I can look at furniture. Hey, I'm ready to get moving and don't want to wait until the last minute.

What will I do when house fire/rebuild is no longer in my head, when all is done and we are settled again? I suppose I'll have to find another obsession. I obsess so well.

So that's it for now. Thanks for coming along on the ride with me. As bumpy as it is.