Okay. Let's be honest. Ripping out all of your old flooring is not an instant fix. There is a long and sometimes painful lag time between when you can walk on the floors and when you can put everything back where it belongs on top of those floors (including the cabinets that said belongings live in).
When we came home from our journey we were, yes, floored by how beautiful the floors were. (Ahem.) But we were simultaneously overwhelmed by how crazy that left the house. There is the shop vac that lives in the kitchen (until the unrelated-but-suddenly-a-good-idea drywalling project is wrapped up), the stacks of pictures that need to be dusted and re-hung, and the stove that sits in the family room. Living in a construction site for kids – and grown ups – who are accustom to knowing where to find their stuff has been… interesting. Meltdowns – once rare in our home – have become a daily adventure. I see it as a human voice for the chaos around us.
So today we are seeking to find our balance.
We are jumping back into our homeschooling rhythm and carving out little corners of sanity in a house that is feeling simultaneously transformed and trashed. We are setting up the playroom. Cleaning the bathroom supplies out of Lupine's bedroom. Moving the paint cans back to the basement. We are making progress, bit by bit.
(And I am practicing my deep breathing as I search for the battery charger for my camera, Sage's gloves, and Lupine's lost headband. On a high note, I found the honey for my tea. It was in the family room with the dog leash, the sharp knives, and the measuring cups. Yes, construction breeds craziness indeed.)