So we have been renovating our house in Calgary since the first week we moved into it. That was almost 2 years ago. I brought a new baby into a place with torn down walls and exposed floor boards.
We are spending all our free time, every weekend, every free thought towards the completion of this project. And now that we are living in Sherwood Park and travelling back and forth on top of renovating...well I have to say this, just when I thought things couldn't get any harder they certainly did.
Even though, I know in the end it will be good for us. It seems it came at a sacrifice. I looked in my son's baby book and I haven't written in it for a few months. There is a 4-6 week gap on the digital camera of time where I didn't take a single picture of him too. And the photos are sparse before that.
So thinking about this today I decided that spending countless hours chasing after the ball he has thrown down the stairs and recovering every single toy he decided should go in the bath tub or better yet in my closet...isn't so mundane. It wasn't so bad chasing him around when he knew I was going to change his diaper. Or to turn the TV off for the hundredth time after he's gone and turned it back on.
I've been so consumed with this house I feel like I have been missing out. And I don't want to miss anymore.
So all I want for Christmas is to finish this house. And sell it. So I can have all the annoying day to day activities back in my life that I thought I could live without before.
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