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November Day Twenty

Today I am thankful for every single step of the process. It has been emotionally exhausting at times, but I am so happy that it has landed me here.

I am acting in a local play this year, and when they asked me to do it, I hesitated because of the house stuff. I really love acting and hadn't done it for years. I figured it wouldn't really overlap with the house stuff, because that happens during the day and practice for the play was in the evenings.

Fast forward two months...

I have four play performances this week, (three night performances and one Sunday afternoon), plumber, electrician, excavators, and concrete all decided this week worked best for them to get some serious work done.

It has been a wonderful, hectic, crazy mess. I can't complain because we are making huge progress on Lucky, but holy buckets, I am spinning.

The day when the electrician showed up, I kind of thought we were just doing a walk through. So I go along saying, "Well yeah a light here, and a socket there, and sure some can lights here." Then, since I had the kiddos, I went home for awhile and came back and suddenly there were sockets and light switches and every can light in.

A little overwhelming.

Good, but overwhelming. So we did a second walk through, a little more thorough and made sure we had it all covered.

Here's what I have learned from that, don't let the seasons fools you. If you live in a four season area like I do, think about every season and what you do and what you might need electricity for. For example we often use boot warmers to dry boots, and blow dryers to dry off calves (but that's another story!) So I wanted sockets near the doorway.

Thankfully my head is already in Christmas mode, so I thought of extra plug-ins near banisters for Christmas lights, and the electrician recommended plug-ins under the roof soffit for Christmas lights as well.

Then the plumber showed up, and knowing a little more about how literally I spoke, we took a slow walk through and discussed everything before I left. I came back several times to check on progress.

That has been the hardest part about this process, because of the girls I can't stay at the construction sight and oversee things as they are happening. I have to be very clear with my directions and check often so that we don't have to go back and do something over a second time!

Needless to say it's been a busy week and we're only half way through, but I am seeing light at the end of the tunnel.

By next week we should have electricity directly to the house, which means we'll have some heat. It's suppose to be in the low twenty's, so not much work will be getting done without heat.

Well, the girls should be waking up from naps soon, so I better wrap this up. Thanks for checking in on the progress. If you have any advice for me, I love to hear from you!

Check out the rest of my thankful days of November here!

P.S. I bought this today for the bathroom vanity! (Disregard the white wood on top, that was a separate piece for sale!) I'll be adding a sink basin and I can't wait to see how it turns out!

 

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