|Looking into the living room/dining room from the front door.|
|Straight into the kitchen from the front door.|
|Other corner of the living room looking into the small dining area and the stairs going up to the bedrooms.|
|From the dining room doorway into the kitchen.|
|Kitchen window facing into the backyard.|
|Upstairs bathroom, for some reason I forgot to get a picture of the downstairs bathroom.|
|Oldest child's bedroom|
|Youngest child's bedroom|
|Downstairs family room|
|Another view of the downstairs family room.|
It already looks different than this as the kid's rooms have been painted. I am so over neutral and dark colours and I hate oak trim. The oldest's room is "Honeydew" green and the youngest's is "Coral Flower". Unfortunately Totem had some serious problems mixing a second batch of the Coral Flower colour, so Mike will have to do another coat to cover up the mis-colour, before we can move in the furniture. The "baby" will have to sleep in a pack & play in our room for a couple of days.
I have colours picked out for all the rooms except the family room (I'm undecided on that one, but leaning towards white and using accent colours of clementine orange and petroleum blue, something like the picture below), and we will be painting them all eventually, before the end of the summer.
to look forward too.
The week ahead promises a lot of cleaning at both houses and packing at the house we have been living in for the last 5 months. It doesn't help that both of my kids are sick and I am so strung out with anxiety that I can't eat or sleep. Believe me, you do not want to be around me when things go bad. I'm a glass half empty kind of gal and of no help to anyone. I completely collapse in on myself. When things are really bad I don't even want to talk about it with anyone, it just makes me feel worse. Normally Mike talks me down when I'm like this, but he's away again this week, so I will have to navigate this on my own (with the help of some prescription drugs!) What I really need is someone to tell me that it's going to be alright, and really mean it, and convince me that it's true. Mike says it, but I know he's just trying to placate me. Until then, I'll be the one curled up in the fetal position in the corner, rocking back and forth.