Ignoring the part about the animals speaking....

or for that matter, about them teaching a human to speak English... where did Mowgli get scissors to cut his hair? He was raised by a panther, and yet has the cutest little bob.  Hm.  

Speaking of living like animals.... hahahhah

Well, sort of.

I realized last week that I didn't need to change the sheets at all.  Because nobody is sleeping between them!  For the most part, I'm sleeping on the couch (was it any surprise that I'd be the last one to bed every night?)  Scott and Ian go into the dining room and curl up on their beds.  ON their beds. ON their sheets.  On their blankets.  Not under them.  And I know this because the beds are still made in the morning when I wake up.  And, please, my son and husband are not bed-makers.  I'm just as guilty, though.  I work until I'm sleepy, then go grab my comforter and crash on the couch.  It's very much like being single, except I'm 20 years older and, well, not single.   (For the record, we ARE washing the blankets.)

It's more like camping.  We have lightning bugs in our bathroom.  And at night, that's kind of cool.  But in the daytime, it's just bugs.  And I don't like bugs.  And it turns out, my children have completely bypassed childhood fascination and gone straight on to "get rid of it!"  Jos wouldn't get in the shower because of 'piders, as she calls them.  Except there weren't any.  But it does look like there SHOULD be 'piders in there.

So, as you may have inferred, this morning, we're watching videos.  Which, it turns out, is our routine most mornings.  We'll go out and do something soon, but for now, we're listening to the lovely sounds of my upstairs bathroom being completely demolished.   It's actually not as annoyingly loud as I thought it would be.  And when the bits of porcelain trickle down inside the wall cavities, it's almost like rain.   Almost.

I wish I could let the kids play in the basement again.  We'll be able to soon.  Right now, though, it kinda looks like this:

 Suffice it to say, it's a little dusty.  

I missed it.

I completely missed it.  And I'm feeling awful about it.  And most of you, when you read what it is, will either feel awful for me, or will think I'm a complete whackadoo for thinking this is important. (I strike a lot of people that way, I'm embarrassed to admit.)

So about this house thing.  Houses are built in layers.  There's a dirt and rock layer, then a concrete layer.  Then a wood/insulation/wood layer.  The concrete layer is the most fun.  It's kind of exciting to know that they're basically making a rock that will be in place for a very long time - possibly longer than you.  It's like planting a tree, but much faster (which in itself is funny, because seriously, tree growth?  The only thing slower than building a house, hahaha).  

Okay, sorry.  I got sidetracked.   Back to the layers.  Remember a while back, when they poured the first set of footers, and Ian scratched his name into one when it was about halfway done?  Well, they came back and poured the next set on top - yes - on top of his name.  And so the only people who ever saw it and knew it for what it was - the only people were me and Ian.  And I thought that was kind of sweet.  Until he found out that his name was covered with concrete and he was NOT happy about that.  

But it was okay, mainly because he forgot (thank goodness for heritable traits - he's got my memory issues).  But also because I knew there would be many more opportunities to mark our concrete.  When they poured the foundation, we all leaned outside the kitchen door and planted our hands in the concrete.  All four of us.  The kids hands were so cute!  And I knew I wanted a picture of it, because eventually that would be covered up with flooring and we'd never see it again.  

And here's the thing.  I'm a photographer.  I knew that the only way I was going to get a decent shot of that would be with some very low side-lighting.  And I didn't have anything to do it with at the time.  So for about a month, I'd step over our handprints and think, "oh! I need to do that!"  Well, that's not true.  For about a week.  And then I completely forgot about it (see earlier comment about memory issues).   And life went on.

Today was a pretty normal day in the 'layers' part of the house.  The outside is up, and now they're doing some inside stuff.  They're building walls.  They're putting in stairs.  They're waiting for the tub to get here so they can do the rough-in plumbing (yay!  My own bathroom!  Whoo hoo!)  And they're putting down the subfloor on the main level.  It's really nice, kind of soft and bouncy.   Much nicer than the concrete.  

The concrete.  Uh oh.

I did it again.  I forgot to take the picture.   And is it really that important?  Probably not.  But it kind of was.  It was something that I wanted to remember.  And wanted to photograph, because, as I mentioned, I have a pretty wretched memory.

I'm SO not telling Ian about this one.

Gotta love PhotoMerge.  It looks MUCH better than this now.  That thing on the left? Our temporary wall, blocking the stairs.

Sometimes I just need it to be quiet.

So picture this, if you will.  It's a code-red day outside.  Which means not only is it hot, but it's so unhealthy that you shouldn't even play outside.  And we don't really have an INSIDE to play in, since at the moment, every spare inch is taken up by bins of... stuff.  Clothes.  office stuff.  books.   just stuff.   But I want (need) to work.  I've got a backlog of editing to do and I'm perpetually behind these days.  And I just want to concentrate.  Just for a little while.  But one kid wants Spongebob.  The other wants Diego.  The first one now wants Pokemon.  The other one wants The Dot.  Again.  Damned 5 minute movie that needs to be manually restarted each time.  And I just want... quiet.  I want to go somewhere.  I've toyed with bringing the laptop into the bathroom and closing the door, completely abdicating all parental responsibility.  But I don't.  And sadly, not because I'm such a great mom.  No, it's because there are big gaps in the walls and windows and under the doors, and bugs are getting in, and I H A T E bugs.  Truly despise them.  Yes, yes, yes, I know they're important for the ecology of the planet, blah blah blah, but I hate them.  Just the thought of them makes me feel itchy.  Although that could be residual stress itchiness from hearing the jackhammer ALL DAY LONG on Monday.  (But now there's a hole for the egress window- yay!)  Seriously, on Monday, at a certain point I literally couldn't think straight and my cheeks started itching.  It was the weirdest thing.  I finally gave up and went to my moms.  (I love that at 40 (ish), I still go to my mom when I just need...something.  It fills me with hope that my children will still need me when they're 40, and I won't be locked away in a home somewhere, worried that my socks don't match.)   But anyway, back to the noise... no, the bugs... no, what was before that?  Oh!  The kids.  And the space.  Or rather the lack of it.  We're talking tight quarters.  And a lot of television.  And just too much  noise.  So this is how I got through my morning.  

It was lovely while it lasted.

How do you click more quietly?

Seriously.  I'm in the living room, theoretically editing (I mean, I am HERE now,  but I'm also uploading a slideshow, so technically, I'm still working), and everyone else is asleep.  In the dining room.  Yeah.  

Last night was the first night.  It was our practice run.  We did it right - we kept the kids up until 11 so they'd sleep wherever we put them.  :)  Jos fussed for about a minute, then settled down and slept in her little corner nest (playyard).  We had to keep a light on for her because she was scared.  Which worked for her, but I can't sleep if there is light.  So first we dimmed the dining room light.  Still too bright.  So I used the stovetop light.  Still too bright.  FINALLY she fell asleep and I could turn everything off.    Then I noticed how quiet it was.  Too quiet.  Quiet like when I used to spend the night at my Grandma's house, and I'd be sleeping in the guest room and could hear the clock ticking, and then all I could think about was how LOUD the clock ticked.  (And then, just when I'd almost fall asleep, the cuckoo part would go off.   Damned cuckoo clock.)  Which brings me to the clicking.  I'm on the computer (obviously).  And it clicks.  And they're all right next to me, so my clicking sounds really loud.  I miss my white noise.  I had a fan.  A baby monitor.  The ceiling fans in our rooms.  Lots of white noise.  And the best I can do right now (because there isn't any room in the downstairs for the fan, even if I wanted it!), the best I can do is the radio.   So, for the next several weeks (months?), we will be sleeping to the soothing sounds of the Baroque Channel.  

Did I mention that we were living on one floor (two rooms)?  Four people (and a fish).  Two rooms.  No closets.  Oh, and my business!  My entire office is theoretically going to be condensed to two cabinets.  Which will be a challenge since it's spread out into about 8 plastic bins (and two cabinets) right now.   In addition to the other 5 or 6 bins with clothes, toys, bathroom stuff.  I just took a bunch of pictures to show what a disaster it is right now, but frankly, I'm too embarrassed to post them.  Maybe tomorrow.  

Man,  I miss tv.  We have DirecTV, but it's not getting a signal right now, because the dish is lying on its side in the yard.   Again, one of those things that seemed like a good idea at the time - no television for the entire summer!  We're going to read!  Play games!  Write!  Be creative!  Except I miss my shows!  I loved So You Think You Can Dance, and I'm missing it.  I've started watching shows on the computer.  But with everyone in basically one room, well, let's just say my Law & Order routine has been disrupted a bit.

I need to go to bed now.  It's 12:30(ish), and sometime tomorrow morning, much earlier than I want, there will be several men putting holes in my walls.   And it will be loud.  And I'm pretty sure that even if *I* am able to sleep through it (and I can - light drives me crazy, but you could set off a cannon by my head and I'd just snore right on through the boom), even if I can sleep through it, I'm pretty sure Josie can't.  (Ian,  bless his heart, is just like me.  It takes EFFORT to wake us up in the morning!)  So I should go.  I'll post pictures tomorrow.   And maybe even show you the scary parts.  :)

Today, it's quiet

Many things have happened since last we chatted.  Holes have come and gone in my walls.  Walls have come and gone.   We have a perpetual fly problem.  (How do they get in!?  I need a flyswatter something fierce.   There is always one buzzing around my head in the middle of the night when I'm editing and the only light on in the room is the one over my head.  Anyone looking in from the street would think I had gone crazy, because I'm typing with one hand, and waving Ian's butterfly net around my head with the other.  I hate flies.)

But today, it's quiet.  They will be back on Monday, tearing up walls again.   I've enjoyed the quiet.  

I need to get you caught up.

So where are we... the framework is up.  

There are windows.  The front living room window has been completely replaced, and there is so much more light in the living room now!  It's lovely.  I need to take another picture of the back of the house with the windows in.  It makes a big difference.

There is a GIGANTIC hole in my front yard, where they are putting in the egress window.  I don't know where the dirt went, because the pile of dirt in the yard seems to have stayed the same height.  It's a mystery to me.  The hole is for the egress window.  Soon, there will be light in the basement!  Whoo hoo!  (I'm very excited about this, in case you can't tell.)

I am currently working on a slideshow with all the pics - as I was looking through this batch, I realized there are just too many.  And it's my own fault for waiting a month between!

Here's a very quick slideshow of How To Unload Trusses:

And what's next?  Tomorrow, we officially move into the dining room.  All four of us.  In one room.  Three beds.  Last one to sleep gets the couch.  I have a feeling that will be me. (I'm okay with that, it's a comfy couch.)  Don't worry... there will be pictures!  :)