Home SWEET (or as Coulter would say, Suh-weet) Home!

We are in! We are in! Thank you Father of heaven and earth! We. Are. In.


Well, we’re sorta in. We have carpet. Fresh, clean, non-orange carpet and I am finding great joy in simply watching my children spread out and play with no splinters or nails to worry about. We have beds and three bathrooms; seriously, three! And while that may not sound like a lot to some of you, it means that ¾ of our family can go to the restroom at the same time. It means no more gas station runs (see former blog) or “go in between your sister” mishaps. We have great water-pressure. Our house was built before any sort of water conservation efforts (sorry, Earth) so gone are the sprinkles from our Sioux Falls shower. (I may be singing a different shower tune, though, as this luxury will surely be noted on our next water bill.) What we don’t have, speaking of showers, are blinds in the bathrooms and for the 1st time ever, said windows face the street. So every night, I turn off the light, get down on my knees and crawl to the bathtub. “Berm the Worm” who lives across the street may be nearing 90, but I don’t want to take any chances.

We have cabinets (complete with a hidden trash drawer) and we have counter-tops. The orange sink is gone (well, at least one of them) and in its place a nice big stainless one without a divider. I’m confused though, because people keep telling me that it’s not practical to have this type of sink when you have children. Why? Don’t they know that after six months of unscrewing the water filter, re-screwing the faucet, moving a two-ton piece of equipment over to the sink and hooking up a water-hose that I am finally going to have a built-in dishwasher? Seriously, do they think I’m going to be hand washing dishes with my little Kenmore mere inches away? Not likely.

Now that we’re moving on, literally and figuratively, I know y'all are waiting for my epiphany; waiting for me to tell you all the lessons I’ve learned and how, now, looking back on the past six months it really wasn’t all that bad, in fact it was quaint and lovely and I’m secretly going to miss the little yellow house. Again, not likely, but I will quote Coulter by saying I am thankful for the shelter.

Yes, we are in. We are meeting neighbors and making friends. Ross, the 5th grader next door continues keep Coulter abreast of the latest news and Mary Elizabeth, Berm’s 93 year old wife, has offered me eggs or a cup of sugar anytime I need them (although I’m pretty sure I won’t since you need neither ingredient for a PB&J.) And if all that weren’t enough I even received an invite to the neighborhood ladies night. Not sure if Mary Elizabeth is coming, but something tells me that it’s probably a great story (or a blog) in the making!