First, let me preface this by saying that we have been in our home since Sunday (aside from a very brief trip to the post office). In our home. Within these walls. For five days.
As much as I like my home, and I do, this has been a little much.
We started the week with a sick baby. Then it took down Ewan. We’ve had fevers and croup and a whole bunch of runny noses. We’ve had a big one saying, “I’m happy, but I’m not so good.” We’ve had lots of cuddles and stories and lying around. We’ve also had a bit of boredom.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I think boredom is good. I think it is important. I think boredom forces us to come up with new plans, new ideas. Boredom gives us the space to dream.
After all, were it not for the boredom, I wouldn’t have the worlds largest masking tape highway running through our entire home right now.
If you build some roads, they are going to need some lines.
And it’s not over. Today we spent time painting buildings (a grocery store, an ice cream cone shop, and First Slice) that we’ll finish tomorrow.
Truth be told, I don’t know who is having the most fun with this whole project. I suppose that’s the best way.
I’ll keep you updated on our little town. I’m sure there will be much to show as it turns into a booming metropolis.