We’re renovating. Unless you’ve been living under a rock, or, heaven forbid, just not reading this blog, you’ll know that we’re renovating (two years and counting!) and that I’m a little bit over it.
We haven’t had a kitchen since Easter. We’ve stayed with friends and family for brief periods of time here and there, and are currently house-sitting for the parents of a friend, but for the most part, we’ve just been without a kitchen, laundry, and general space for almost four months.
Unsurprisingly, it hasn’t been much fun. But, surprisingly, it’s been bearable. Just.
And what has made it bearable (just)? Our family and friends.
They share their homes. (Even while in the early pre-telling people stage of pregnancy.) They offer spare beds. Spare keys. Kitchens. Laundries. Clotheslines. They invite us over for dinner. They watch Ashleigh so that we can get things done.
They lament. They sigh. They listen to
me us go on and on and on about how difficult it is to live like this.
They cook. They deliver food. They send care packages.
They travel long distances to help. They tear down. They build. They clean. They travel long distances back home.
They respond to the news that we’ll be painting this weekend not with a groan, nor even with “Do you need some help?” but with “So what time should we get to your place? Do you want us to bring our own paintbrushes?”
They insist on not being given anything. They call you on attempts to leave bunches of flowers, food and token gifts in their homes. They accept works of art from Ashleigh as a thank you:
And they make works of art for Ashleigh in return:
They do all of this. And then they tell you, with a straight face, that they’re sorry they haven’t been much help. That they wish they could have done more.
You have all done more than enough. You have been amazing.
Thank you to everyone who has helped, offered to help, thought about helping, or just listened to how hard it’s been while we’ve been renovating. Thank you a million times over.
It’s nearly over. No, really. I mean it this time. The light at the end of the tunnel is actually the light of down lights, step lights, wall lights, spotlights and some fancy pants pendant lights being installed.
Home stretch. (For stage one. Stage two will then start…)
How have your family and/or friends helped you through a less than fun time?