The boys are having a blast and I am slowly detoxing from the stress at home. Speaking of home . . . well, remember how I told you about our big event that was going to happen? I don't know if it is necessarily exciting but . . . well, here is the story (in a nutshell).
Here is our house. Nice house. We like our house. When we built our house, we jumped up and down and hugged each other. Here is a place where we can raise a family.
We move into our house. Within two years we start to see cracks. It is just normal settling they tell us. Okay. We are still happy. But then, the cracks get bigger. I cry. Doors won't close, windows won't open, tile is cracking . . .
It turns out, our house is sinking into the ground along with our three neighbors. Four houses in a row. Bad soil. We get a lawyer.
Back to present day. It is finally time to fix our house. Men come to dig holes around our house . . . and inside our house. Inside our playroom. Yep, over 40 piers to jack up our house (kind of like on stilts).
Our house looks like a construction zone. I try not to cry as they dig up my flower beds. Three weeks, they tell us. It will take three weeks to fix.
So, we go on our planned vacation and the boys and I are going to stay away for a couple more weeks. Of course, they are not phased at all. They think that it is all so exciting! It is, I mean, we are happy to have our home fixed.
Well, that is the big event! Pretty big for our family. This experience has taught us so much. The biggest thing that I have learned is that there are worse things that can happen in life. At least I have my family. That is all that really matters. Houses can crumble, belongings can be destroyed, but as long as I have my loved ones, I am okay.