Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

We are supposed to move into this house tomorrow. Yeah, I'm not seeing it happening, either.

The plan was that we would take 2 - 3 weeks to knock out a few walls, re-do floors, paint and carpet the girls' rooms. It only took 3 weeks to completely re-do our last kitchen... but that's just one room in a house.

In light of our recent loss, our contractors (good friends of Max's) have been so good to us, putting a lot of guys on the job and really pushing to get the house done by this weekend. But what I'm learning lately is that sometimes you just have no control. And that applies to both remodeling jobs and life in general.

When I walked through the house today, a little part of me wanted to throw a hissy fit and stomp my feet and cry and demand that they work all night long to get it done... but it may only be a week before everything is finished, so it's not worth looking like a crazed homeowner. It's just a week. In the scheme of things, it's nothing. We are just so anxious to get on with the next part of our life, but life has its own plan for us.

And so we sit. And wait. And wish.