We are finally living at Sligo. It’s hard to believe that approximately 18 months ago we walked through a house that was absolutely unlivable. I, and my girls, had a hard time seeing what Marcus saw in the house. All we could see were the vines growing through the broken windows, the graffiti, and the piles of things left behind. But, it turns out, after 18 months of not having a home of our own the change was easier than we expected.
Both of the girls have been enjoying having their own room. I already knew this about the two of them but, it turns out the oldest is a bit of a slob and the youngest is neat and particular about her things. It’s almost as if they’re miniature versions of Marcus and me. Almost.
Axel is feeling a bit neglected because I have been so focused on unpacking the house that we haven’t been for a run together. With that said, he has one and a half acres to romp on and an old hound dog buddy to keep him company so he isn’t too bad off. Lasagna the kitty seems to be doing well and I’m secretly hoping that she may lose a little weight going up and down the stairs. You can frequently find her sitting next to the girls at the kitchen table, sleeping in random comfy spots around the house, or bird watching. She even seems to have accepted Axel as her frenemy and while she still lets him know who’s boss she doesn’t run away as frequently.
Marcus is stressed only because I have a “Honey-do” list and he’s set to go on travel for two weeks soon. I don’t think it’s asking too much that he hang curtains before he leaves so that we have a little more privacy. With that said, I’m trying to really prepare him for the cost of curtains for roughly 9 foot high windows. That will probably be what causes him to really regret this whole adventure; the cost of curtains.
My stress levels are slowly dwindling as the house becomes unpacked. This hasn’t been without it’s share of mishaps such as leaving my purse and purchases at random places and doing laundry with fabric softener (which I thought was detergent) for the past two weeks. Today, I had some errands to run and decided to pretend like I cared about my appearance and did my makeup using a little handheld mirror (because we don’t have mirrors yet and I think we’ll definitely have curtains before we have mirrors). After speaking with our general contractor I got in the car and took a look in the rear view mirror. Much to my dismay I realized I had applied my lipstick like a five-year old and looked an absolute fright. So, lessons learned here are check for my belongings before leaving, check the labels on laundry detergent, and care less about what I look like when I run errands because at this moment there’s either just rolled out of bed chic or crazy spinster/cat lady chic and there doesn’t seem to be anywhere in between.