So for 12 weeks we lived in the basement of Paul's parents' house.
|The older kids' "room."|
(Have I mentioned we don't ever ---ever---- make our beds?)
|Gideon's "room." (About 5 steps away from ours.)|
But I guess it's just another way of knowing that God was in this plan.... Twelve weeks, and no problems. In fact, we worked out a pretty sweet deal of me cooking and Doug and Janice cleaning up. And I took naps. A lot. They were so helpful and accommodating, even though I'm sure our circus drove them nuts on occasion.
The only thing I did miss, is that for 12 weeks, I didn't feel like Paul and I got to have a real heart-to-heart conversation. Some things you don't want to do in front of anyone, even people you love.
We moved back in last week. It started as an overnight "campout" (plumbing was operational, but no hot water and no stove) last [a week ago] Sunday night, and turned into a "we're not leaving." We had to borrow Elizabeth's (Paul's sister) shower and kitchen the next night, but by Tuesday the electricians had our hot water tank hooked up and now it's HOME-SWEET-HOME!
Our propane still isn't hooked up. Apparently there's only one technician to lay line for this whole side of the state, so it was over a month out. So it will be the end of this month before we get it. We checked in with other companies in the area, but I can't justify the $600 price difference. We're going to learn to love (or possibly loathe) the electric skillet and crock pot!
I can't wait to show off pictures of the basement! We are doing final touches to get everything finished and operational and life-can-begin-again, but by the end of the week the essential stuff should be done. (Other stuff will be done over the winter, or over the next several years.)
........Just in time to leave again for a vacation we've had planned since February!!!