And the crazy just keeps on coming...

Last week was a crazy week. For many reasons, not the least of which is that we had to move out of our house... And this week has only begun, but looks to be even crazier. Basically, the story starts like this:

We have been planning on remodeling our bathrooms since, like, the day after we moved in. It's a pretty old house, and the bathrooms really weren't in good shape, and we had some changes we wanted to make, so it's always been a project we were planning on doing - eventually. Well, eventually got stepped up to a whole lot sooner recently!

We had finally gotten around to starting the remodel (after about 8 months of thinking about it) last week, so my husband goes in to tear up the master bathroom (which hasn't worked since the week we moved in anyway, thanks to James flushing a seashell down the potty...). And we all immediately start getting sick. Enter our evil nemesis, MOLD!

Due to some other circumstances which I can't really go into right now, it became imperative that we move out. My parents graciously let us move in with them, for what we thought would be a couple of weeks...just until everything could get fixed...or so we thought. Poor Robert has been working double-shifts trying to keep up with his customers, and demolish the bathroom on the side. Oh yes, and then he had to go out of town unexpectedly last weekend, too! I don't know how he is still sane...

Soo, yesterday he was dedicating some more time to tearing out the bathroom, and discovered that it had flooded once upon a time, long before we ever moved in, and never really got cleaned up or fixed. The mold was growing exactly up to the flood line, but it has rotted out at least one entire wall, and we're hoping NOT more than that!! There is no end yet in sight. Did I say end?? We haven't even been able to start the project yet! The plumber was supposed to come out today to fix the leaks (did I mention all our pipes are leaking, thus contributing to the mold...), but he just called and said he can't come until he gets approval to work in a moldy environment... Hello, Square One. Nice to see you again.

Sigh. I'm trying hard to re-capture some sense of calm right now, but my whole life pretty much feels like chaos. I keep reminding myself that it's just a house. Just a thing. My children and my husband are all well and safe. We have a very nice place to live right now with exceedingly gracious and pleasant company (thank you, Mom, Dad, brother and sisters!) and God is still in control. Not that He ever wasn't! I just forget that a lot of the time. Plus I can see how He can work a big blessing out of this whole situation. We will be forced to deal with the bathrooms, thus (eventually) resulting in nice clean new remodeled bathrooms! ;-) And we were always getting sick before, and there's a good chance the mold was directly responsible for that. So when we move back in...someday...we could be moving into a lovely remodeled house and actually getting to stay healthy! I guess that's worth a little - or lot of - crazy...right?