Tuesday, March 30, 2010


We have officially survived our first week after the sudden evacuation of our home. Sounds dramatic, but when you have to don a mask and eye protection to simply enter your house, it's really not.
The house gets inspected for mold on Monday, the 5th, which unfortunately happens to be Matt's birthday. That the mold is there is undeniable, but what we don't know is the extent of the damage. We are really hoping that it is just the kitchen, but it could very easily be in the walls and possibly even in the pipes.

We have done pretty well, there have been a few break-downs here and there, but for the most part we are trying to remain positive. After all, it's just a house.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself. I very nearly lost it on Friday as I arranged my hair products on the floor of my mother's laundry room, next to the thumping dryer. It's just hard. I am incredibly and eternally grateful that we are able to come and stay here, but I don't want to be here.

I want to purse my lips and allow my chin to quiver in self-pity, I want to be angry at anyone, to blame someone. I want to stomp my feet and yell and have someone else come in and fix the problem right now. But I can't.

Because that is not reality. THIS is reality. We are here, we cannot be there, but we will get back there eventually. We are blessed to have a home to go back to, and somewhere to stay in the meantime. And in this reality, hair products on the floor are a little bit funny. Hanging your clothes from water pipes is a little bit funny.

So we laugh, because we don't want to cry. We cuddle on the big family bed (a futon pushed up against the couch), we hold hands and we kiss chubby baby cheeks. We unfold the card table to make a desk, and life goes on. We laugh at the dog, who happens to think this is the best sleep-over ever, and we try to emulate his enthusiasm. We remind ourselves that this could have been much worse, and that moping about the house will accomplish nothing.

We remember our blessings, and we try to be good houseguests.

After all, not every boy gets to spend so much time with his grandparents!


  1. That's the spirit! Just keep calm and carry on... But if you want to stomp your feet and throw a tantrum, I'm sure no one would blame you!

  2. Hi...I just found your blog, and love it!
    So sorry about your house!

  3. I am sorry you guys have to deal with that! What a mess. But great job at keeping your spirits up. One of my favorite quotes applies to your situation I think, "The cavity which suffering carves into our souls will one day also be the receptacle of joy."
    Neil A. Maxwell


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