Paint Fumes

When we decided to get going on our future and stuff, we knew that priority #1 would be getting rid of at least one of the houses. The plan was to put them both on the market and then whichever sold first, we'd live in the other one, then sell that one and move into our dream house! Tah-dah!

Dallas had started some remodeling/updating on his, but we weren't overly concerned with getting it done until we listed mine and it sold much quicker than anticipated. (Thanks again, Man Upstairs.) Now we've been moving at a breakneck pace painting, putting in new counter tops, new backsplash, new vanity, re-finishing the cabinets, new tile floors, new carpet, brand new bathroom, etc, etc, etc, (he is even building shelving just for my shoes - best husband EVER!). At the same time as packing, organizing, moving some stuff into storage, waiting to move other stuff into D's house, breaking down furniture, waiting on the rain to move the big stuff, etc, etc, etc. at my house. This was all coupled with the stuff that comes along with getting married and the pain in the butt it is to change last names, consolidate bank accounts, get a new license, change my address, get a new social security card, order checks, cancel utilities, etc, etc, etc. And poor Dallas has been on call 24/7 and working way more hours than any human should.

Does it sound like I'm complaining? Because I'm really not. True, we're both tired, and we're both sick of working on houses and being dirty and spending money on this kind of junk instead of new shoes, and not getting time to just spend with each other having fun. BUT, we're also not floating two mortgages, two sets of utilities, and worrying about getting one of them sold. It's a HUGE relief to know we're doing all this work because we're one step closer to where we want to be. If his house sells right away, great! If not, that's fine too, because it just means we can take our time finding exactly what we want.

Our big push will be this weekend. We're hoping to have everything moved out of my house and either into his, or into storage, because we close on Thursday and that'll give us some time to make sure mine is clean for the new girl, and that we didn't nick any paint or scratch any trim on our way out.

Then, hopefully, life will once again resemble our take on normalcy.