It's Begun!

It's been over a month since we closed on the new house and since then, T has been very busy every single evening ripping up flooring, taking down wallpaper (with huge help from Jim & Deana!), demolishing plaster, repairing cracks, etc... After all that, today was the big day and the contractors started working. I can't wait to get over there and see what they got done today. They said they should be ready for inspections by Monday so it's really happening! Hard to believe. I'm the spending committee and so far I've bought a vanity, a kitchen, all the appliances, a shower, faucets, and more. Today I ordered the flooring for the mudroom/laundry room as well as for the bathroom and we're excited about what we went with.

For the mudroom/laundry room we decided on honed travertine tile. It's gorgeous! Then for the bathroom we looked at many many options but decided on the classic 1" hex carrara marble tile. Also gorgeous. And last night I started packing up our house so it's starting to feel official. Hard to believe that in 3ish weeks, we will no longer live here. Such good memories here but we're excited for the next phase!

Best $7 I ever spent

I should have known when I bought these Ethan Allen chairs that everything would be very well-made (read: complicated to disassemble). The seat is bolted down to the frame with a screw with a square head. So off to Sears we went to find a Robertson screw driver to take off the seat. While we were there, after we took a few "rides" on the ride-on mowers, of course, I also spotted a tack remover for $7. Seemed better than my butter knife that I had been using to remove the 7,000 staples. Needless to say, it's going much quicker now.

Presenting: 13 Kenmuir

Here are the photos of our house pre-renovation. To quote Alitris, "It's like a time capsule." Indeed, it is. Original woodwork (which I am hesitant to paint but I just can't find a single room that I like with dark woodwork so most likely it will be painted white), original floors which will be sanded down and stained dark brown, original electrical which will be torn out and updated, etc... Without further adieu, here she is:

front

living room

reading nook

kitchen

Let the reupholstery fun begin

Since T is over at the new house every evening ripping up 50+ year old linoleum, demo-ing kitchen walls, etc... I decided I'd start on my contribution to the new house: style. And the first thing needing some style are the Ethan Allen chairs we scored from Craigslist a bit ago. So armed with blogs, YouTube clips, and a singer upholstery book, I began the job. So far, so good.

The only problem so far is this crazy fabric is so rough, it literally sands my skin off. No wonder it has held up so well! Can't wait to see the final product

Ethan Allen Chairs Part II

We are almost ready to close on a house aka our large reno project. It's a late 19th- or early 20th-century (we've seen a few different dates for when it was built) colonial/victorian-style house and as Lis put it, "It's like a time capsule." If anyone is in need of a 1940s-styled New Jersey house, we got you covered. It's got it all: original woodwork, a butler's pantry, and even a furnace that has a door that you could put coal in (luckily it's been converted over to gas). Needless to say, it needs a LOT of work. So while our attorney, millions of inspectors, mortgage peeps, realtors, etc... are doing their stuff (which takes at least 2 months here), we're busy trying to design a new kitchen, new floors, color scheme, decide which walls to knock down, etc...

For the living room, the inspiration is this color scheme:



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And for the kitchen, we're going for this type of look:


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So I'm leaning towards reupholstering these vintage Ethan Allen lounge chairs in the Waverly dark charcoal print above and doing some chartreuse accents in the pillows and maybe in the rug. Fun/stressful times ahead!

Sounds of play

Almost every afternoon, around 4pm after naps and after snacks, I prep and cook dinner while listening to glorious sounds of play. Today it's coming from upstairs as tigger and baby roo ride the tractor around the little town we built yesterday. It is as I listen to this that I consider homeschooling for the first few years. Next year would be the last year boozle can do preschool before starting full-day kindergarten! I can't stand the thought of full-day kindergarten nor can I stand the thought of him being gone next year for preschool. He's still learning how to be the best big brother. He still craves hours to run around and tell story after story to anyone that will listen. He is still perfecting how to build the train track and the street together. To preschool or not to preschool: so many decisions for a mama to make.

Ex.haus.ted

When I accepted my per diem position at the hospital it was with the understanding that I didn't want to work more than 10 hours/week max. I didn't want it to take away from the time I have to nurture, teach, and learn from my babies. In the past 2 weeks I've worked 34.5 hours. Yes, if you divide that by 2 it's definitely more than 10. And it's amazing how much of an impact it has made on me. A coworker was out of town for a month so we all took a few of her shifts but it has definitely taken its toll. I work until 11 pm, come home, get to sleep by midnight, and the past 2 nights have been awoken at 2:22 am with reports of wet sheets and pajamas. So after changing the sheets, cleaning up my big boy, and re-tucking him in, I go back to bed, only to lie there for close to an hour as I try to get back to sleep. 6:45 am the day starts all over again. On top of that there have been big changes happening here with our landlord getting ready to sell our house, us trying to decide what to do, etc...

I've never been a night person. Even in college I was the one that would go to bed early, mid-party or not. I love sleep. I think I always have. And up until now I've never had a problem getting to sleep nor falling back asleep. So the 5-ish hours of sleep I've been getting a night have been slowly but surely wearing me down. All to come to their peak this evening. After a very long day, the boys and I came home at 7:15 (usually their bedtime) and they were instructed to take their clothes off, put pajamas on, etc... After a few tantrums, some whining, and some arguing, I gave the ultimatum that if they couldn't cooperate, they wouldn't get any books. Some more orneriness followed so they were both put to bed without books; Boozle was sobbing and Lincoln singing and talking to himself. I felt so bad that all the stress and exhaustion had led to me depriving us all of our best time of day. It's the time we snuggle together and read books and where I am most grateful to be a mama. I went back upstairs to his room about 3 minutes later to apologize that I was so stressed out and that we couldn't read books because he didn't obey, but we still could snuggle for a bit and he was already asleep. Apparently boozle was also exhausted.

When I have days like this, I always look back and realize I didn't go running today nor did I take any time to breathe deeply. For me, these two things make it possible to be a patient mama. And when it doesn't happen, I feel terrible. Instead, tonight I'll go to bed early, wake up early and go for a run, and pray for two sweet little forgiving boys to greet me in the morning.