After finding the perfect house, March consisted of shopping, shopping, and more shopping . . . making decisions regarding contractors, remodeling, paint colors, and Sabrina's job. In the months of April and May, we spent just about every free moment at the new house. It is 35 minutes away from our prior house. Alemitu and I would spend our days there, then we would drive back home to pick up the boys from school, and then drive back to the new house and stay until bedtime. By the end of May, I was physically and emotionally exhausted. And yes, I am that mom that let my boys skip school the day before school was out . . . because I. Just. Couldn't. Get. Up. (Adam questioned this decision, but later I got a reverse 911 call from the school stating it was on lock down until 4:30 that afternoon. I told Adam it must have been mother's intuition, and not the fact that I. Just. Couldn't. Get. Up.) On moving day, I couldn't even squeeze my hands together in a fist because it hurt so bad. Everything hurt. Even my knee caps. And what made it even more depressing was that after we finally moved in . . . we had to re-paint and get out of our rental house. I can honestly say that I don't think I've ever worked so hard in my life.
|The boys entertained themselves while we shopped by taking lots of crazy pictures.
|View from our front yard, looking down the street.
|Adam took the kids to a outdoor expo one Saturday. They came home with a BB gun. Oy Vey.
|My family came to visit.
|Alemitu was so exhausted going from house to house. This is her, having completely crashed, at our rental house. The painter (who we ended up hiring) walked all around her and she never stirred.
|After the boys finished school, we did spend a few hours at the pool each day during the last week of May.