To start things right at the nitty gritty level, I have to say that I had a breakdown tonight on the porch of our new house.
Construction is going at turtle speed (no offense, turtles.) and after work I found myself saying some choice words at how slow the progress was going, followed shortly by a flood pouring out from my eyeballs Noah style.
Mr. B is pretty great at escalating to my level quickly, and then instead of staying at 'crazy' he brings himself down to level headed and mature.
Mr. B: Kallie, tell me what's really going on. Why are you so upset?
Me: *sniff sniff, inhale snot* No.
I know, I'm super mature.
After a while of talking, I calmed down, we hugged it out, I wiped my nose on his pant leg, drove home and now I'm posting pictures of our under construction home so
I have a feeling that many conversations like that will be happening on that porch. I cannot wait.
This is what we started with.
1- No one uses the front door in a country home.
2- There's a door on the other side of the porch.
3- I wanted a more functional living room layout.
4- I'm the boss.
5- Just kidding. Mr. B is the boss.
Well. Day 1 of construction went a little something like this:
Mr. B: "Kallie, I just talked to the contractor. Instead of replacing the windows one by one, we have to do it all at once because they are all rotten and we'd be spending more money in the long run by trying to get by."
Yay! Being a grown up is so much fun.
That's where the mud is.
Just in case you were wondering.
And here's where we are right now in regards to the kitchen. Completely gutted.
Mr. B's brother has been the greatest. Stops over almost every night, stays until 10 or later.
We love him lots.
And that's that. Slowly but surely it's coming along.