Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I'm still here.....

Well, we are all still alive..... barely. Just kidding- actually I'm doing much better this week. I think I haven't cried for 3 days in a row now! So things are looking up. :-)

The last 2 weeks were pretty rough. We couldn't have gotten out of our last house without help from my mom and grandma. They were there helping almost every day: holding the baby making food, packing boxes, etc. And I'm also so grateful to my dad, and friends from Grand View and Twin Falls, who helped us load and unload the truck (multiple times), clean the house and even brought meals too.

We are still staying at my parents house while Joel and I finish getting the house ready. It's taking some prep work because as many of you know, this new house is less than half the size of our last one. It's smaller than our CJ Strike/Grand View house and smaller than our little house we owned in Twin Falls 5 years ago. I seriously didn't know how we would fit the beds and dressers into the bedrooms, let alone any of my sewing stuff and bookshelves and we have LOTS of books. Even if we didn't homeschool we would have tons of books- but homeschooling just adds a whole new dimension to our book owning tendencies. To help with the space issues, I am planning to turn the coat closet into a homeschool closet, Joel carpeted and I painted the storage room off of the garage to make a bedroom for the boys (it's actually turning out to be the best room in the house!), Mom and I turned part of the garage into a walk-in pantry/ storage room to house the crock pots, Bosch, Vita-Mix, micro-wave, griddle and bulk food, etc. My new kitchen doesn't have a dishwasher and it doesn't even fit my fridge either. Okay, I take that back. The fridge fits the spot as long as you don't need to open the doors. Sounds like a great way to help me shed that excess baby weight, doesn't it? But the kids insisted that our new house have a working fridge, so for now it is pulled out a foot or so into my 4X4 foot kitchen and continues to remind me of the beautiful, well designed, spacious kitchen I left behind.

I may be telling you a sob story but don't worry, I'm over the crying. Cried buckets and bucket the last few weeks and I'm pretty much all cried out. I'm even done crying about the fact that the previous tenants had 3 huge dogs that urinated all over the carpets and gave the house a horrible smell. Now everything seems strangely funny. A few months ago I never would have guessed our family would be living in a tiny stinky house in Hagerman and that I would get over it and that life would go on. Life has a way of doing that.

8 comments:

MisoMama said...

Oh Sariah....

Mandy said...

First, we are glad to hear that you are still alive, and sorry that we weren't able to help. You are always welcome to come here, and soon we will have enough space for you to relax when you visit. I'm sorry your house is small, but I know you will do great things with it, you always do!
Second, what and how in the world are you up before 6:00 am blogging??

Cynthia said...

I've been thinking about you the past few weeks and wondering how you were doing...I understand the crying. I did it for the first few weeks here... :) In time, you'll find things about the new place that you'll love and carry on in your memories to the home after this one. I saw this saying on a wall once and it helps me out when I miss my old house... "Its not the home that I love, but the life that is lived here."

DLish said...

hang in there. you can do it!

sariah said...

Thanks Cynthia, that is really a beautiful thought.

Michelle said...

Sariah,
If anyone can sew a silk purse out of a sow's ear, it is you! I'll bet in no time it will look and feel like an adorable little cottage filled to the brim with books and beauty and antiques and love..and then you'll post pictures and the rest of us will sigh and wish that we too could live "the simple life" in a tiny little house in the country. I for one can't wait to see you rise to this new challange--because I know you will. Love you.

Tana said...

Such lovely comments...but I heard the echo of the first comment. "Oh Sariah..."
It's so hard when you know it's not really the end of the world but it feels like it.
I remember when I found out my dad was going to die and Matt said, "It will be alright." I felt like shouting/ crying. "No, it won't. You don't know what you are talking about." But, he did (his mom died about 14 years ago) and it is... alright.
I know you will be ok too. And like Michelle, I know you will be even better than ok.
Thinking and praying for you.
Fondly, T

sariah said...

Hi there and thanks, Tana. For a few weeks, that was how I consoled myself- "Sariah, for goodness sake, this is not as hard as having someone die....and people have to survive that all the time." That is what I would tell myself. I know you were very close to your dad and that he was a great person. This experience made me realize how weak I am. Such a baby. But I will blog soon and update because I am doing much better now. :-)