We all know the saying “if you don’t have anything nice to say, then say nothing at all”. This is my reasoning for being quiet these past two weeks. Writing from a place of exhaustion has not seemed to cast me in my best light when I run it through my mind, lol.

It is humourous, even in the midst of the chaos of our lives at the moment, to take in all that seems to be coming our way.

First, our trip to Disney got cancelled as we were an hour into our drive to Florida. My son, who I knew was not feeling well, took a turn for the worse (turned out to be strep throat) so we made the decision to come back home. Have you ever driven in the car for an hour with a heartbroken family knowing you can do nothing to ease their disappointment? I wouldn’t recommend it. But the right choice was made and we have moved on.

It has been the most labor intensive, bone weary, exhausting process working on the house these past two weeks. After we sprayed the initial primer coat, I have lovingly sanded every square inch of our drywall and ceiling, smoothing its surfaces to take my satin finish paint that I have daringly painted not only the walls, but the ceiling with.

 Typically, you would paint your ceiling with a flat ceiling paint that hides any imperfections and has no sheen to it. It is highly unusual for the ceilings to be finished to an esteemed enough standard, which is why most people would not consider using anything but a flat finish.  I, on the other hand wanted to bounce light around our space and opted for a satin finish that has ended up making the room look  like it is glowing with the warmth of the sun. I am so pleased with the outcome!

At this stage in our game, my goal is to completely finish all interior paint this week, with the exception of doors and trim. The final grade is being done today and you can find me out fertilizing, laying grass seed and hay, doing my best to enjoy this pleasant weather we have been blessed with.

Although we are weary, and truly, not ourselves because of it, there is a bubbling inside me, a steamroll sense of satisfaction at using my strength and energy to create this house. To stand back and know all the love that has been poured into this home. It is monumental. A true. Labor. Of love.