This is the hardest part about remodeling: the last few days.  The electrician says that he should be finishing up tomorrow, and the contractor says he should be done this weekend, too.  Just in time, cuz I'm suppose to start teaching lessons on Tuesday.  The house is an absolute wreck.  There is sawdust everywhere, all of our boxes stacked up in the 3 back rooms, and Tanner's tools strewn about the girls' bedroom.
Hopefully, once the remodel is done, we'll be able to concentrate on unpacking and setting up house.
Georgianna is being a little troublesome.  She doesn't like all of the noises and smells of construction, so every time we enter the house, she starts to cry.  Luckily, today it was about 68, so I set up her pack-n-play outside while I primed and painted boards for our bookshelf.  She was very happy and cooed herself to sleep.
Reagan ended up with some sort of stomach bug this morning.  She threw up a few times, and then asked for some oatmeal...
We managed to linoleum the kitchen yesterday, and Tanner has started to build his tool shed.  Last night, he ended up reframing the ceiling in the bathroom because it was just too crooked and the tiles refused to stick to the mortar.  So, Tanner stayed out until almost 1:30am, but he got it done, and that made today go so much more smoothly for the contractors.  We're hoping that tomorrow we can move all of the kitchen stuff into the kitchen, all of the laundry stuff into the laundry room, all of the office stuff into the office and all of the book stuff onto our bookshelves.  It's a tall order, and I don't really think we'll get it all done, but it sure would be nice.
We sure would like this phase of our life to come to a neat little close sometime this weekend so that we can start concentrating on the other aspects of our lives, like jobs.  We're not worried about that part because God seems to be doing such a fine job taking care of us, so we think we'll just leave it in His hands.  When the time is right, we know that we'll find jobs.
 
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