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I’m not jumping up and down…I’m FLOATING!

Eight weeks.
Eight.
Ocho semanas.
Fifty-six-ish days.
Y’all.
Our builder thinks we will be in our house in 8 weeks.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?!?!?!?
We knew it was going fast, but we still expected to be in at the end of April, which was the original estimated completion date. The trim should be finished this week, then the painters will come in next week. After they are done – in about 3 weeks – then we will get lighting fixtures, plumbing fixtures, appliances, hardware, and all the other “little” details. Sometime in there we’ll pour our driveway and build the pool. Then we’ll have a couple of weeks of walkthroughs and fixes and inspections.
Boom. Mid-March.
OK, and get this. Michael has already blocked a couple of days to take off work during Spring Break.
Which is in mid-March.
In 8 weeks.
Can God really be that good? And knee-slapping funny? I swear if this house really is done in 8 weeks and we move in over spring break when Michael is off work, I will fall flat on my face and sing “Blessed Be Your Name” with my face smothered and my voice muffled in my brand-new plush carpet.
So freakin’ unbelievable.
I fully realize that it could very possibly not happen in exactly eight weeks. I’m still realistic and clutching to my low expectations. But our builder thinks that eight weeks is a “safe” estimate, which makes it slightly more likely.
I’m floating.
However, I think I am going to go into serious withdrawal when the house is finished. What am I going to do when there isn’t anything left to select? How will I handle a day with no house building decisions? What will it be like to drive up to the house…and it looks exactly like it did the day before?
(Two words: Hobby. Lobby.)
I’ve warned Traci the Wonder Designer that I may just show up at her office at random times and beg to pick something out. She said that’s fine.
(She thinks I’m kidding. Oh, dear Traci…)
I’m feeling myself drifting toward panic mode – or at least urgency mode.  Um, we have to move. Again. Which means lots of packing. And we’re moving into a new house, which means those two shudder-inducing, headache-causing, blister-forming words.
Shelf paper.
And I have 742 baskets to buy for the mud room and closets and shelves – after I measure the spaces and assess what will go in each basket to determine what sizes we need.
Yikes. I have a lot to do.
In the span of 8 weeks.
EEEEEEEEIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHT
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKS!
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5 thoughts on “I’m not jumping up and down…I’m FLOATING!

  1. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂

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