We were so close yesterday. I think that's what got me. Saturday we got the new breaker box installed and yesterday MH spent seven hours doing something or other to the wiring and for like five minutes WE HAD LIGHTS IN THE BEDROOMS.
And then something or other went wrong and we didn't.
We drug our sorry, sad, depressed asses back to my mother-in-law's for the night.
It's hard not knowing when it's going to be fixed. Sometimes I think we'll never get back here, but of course I know we will and most likely sometime later this week.
Everyone is on edge. The kids are tired of the back and forth. I'm tired of cooking and cleaning n a dark kitchen (we have a gas stove so I can light the burners).
The thing about half-living in your house is you really start to look at it. This is a good thing. I'm seeing things that I don't need and things that I want to change. It's a new perspective and one I desperately needed. It's giving me time to think about how I can do things differently, that it's time to make the changes I spend so much time wishing I would make.
I spent this weekend cleaning and organizing the kids room and it's back to the point where they can play in it (imagine that). They are so happy in there. I wondered while I was working on it this weekend -- if we hadn't had this crisis what would I have been doing? Would I have been cleaning their room and taking care of things that have been neglected for so long? Probably not.
I kind of needed this kick in the ass. I'm just hoping the ass-kicking is over soon.