We were back at my mom's for naps for 3 days.
Why, you might ask? Because our general contractor is back.
The front door was sinking because the frame was no longer supported. Turns out it wasn't just the front door.
The girl's sloping bathroom had gotten a little too much for me. Turns out, the bathtub is basically floating in mid air...being held up only by the pipes. It's not even sitting on the foam they place underneath them. That would explain why it's pulling away from the walls/caulk and there seems to be a
Really? Because I thought we were just doing some minor {visible without ripping out walls or floors} repairs.
I'll be honest with you. I don't get this. We did everything we were supposed to do. Home inspection. Structural engineer report. I am at a complete loss for words: discovering things that were completely hidden. Shoddy repairs. Major compromises in the structure of the house. More rotted and termite eaten wood than I care to even consider. And here we are...
Out of control.
On a much happier note, Addie went to VBS with her sweet friend Cady last week before we went to the mountains. Had a blast. But wore out very quickly during the day with going to bed so late.
More tantrums. More attitude. More extremes. More sassiness.
Than usual.
We took daddy a {homemade} ice cream cake to work for his birthday. So we raced home to get everyone down for naps before it was too late.
I told Addie to 1.) grab a few books and 2.) go hop in the bed and wait for me.
Now what did I tell you to do first? Get some books. And then? Get in the bed and wait.
Followed {surprisingly} directions perfectly. Got back to the bed and it all started. Whining went to whimpering, whimpering went to crying, and crying went to flat out yelling. And this is what I hear:
{paraphrased}
MOMMY come.here! YOU are NOT answering me! MOMMY! COME here right NOW! (I can't come right now. I'm feeding AK. I'll be there in a minute.) Mommy. YOU ARE OUT OF CONTROL!
Yes. Clearly. I AM the one that's out of control.
And yet again our {brutally} honest children remind us of the Truth. Every bit of this is completely out of my control. I cannot control what's been done in the past. I cannot control choices others have made. I cannot control what affects our house.
I can control my reactions. I can control my choices. And I can control my attitude.
I love to watch my friend Allison with her little people. Her #1 goal is to train their hearts with God's Truth. We've been working hard with Addie, using these Truths, to teach her God's commands for our lives. Do everything without grumbling or arguing, working on obeying with a happy heart. Honor your Father and your Mother, with her words and actions. We are far from understanding and taking these verses to heart, but the seeds are being planted.
After being with Addie as she watched (and attempted to avoid) 4th of July fireworks, we started learning a verse about Fear and Trust.
And this verse has played over and over in my mind regarding our house. I am so thankful for our precious 3 year old that God constantly uses to teach me His Truths! And I am so thankful we never walk this journey alone!
When I am afraid, I will trust in You.
Psalm 56:3
*disclaimer. no. i do not let my child talk to me like that. the words. the attitude. the tone of voice. the volume. it does not mean that she doesn't try and have to try again and deal with consequences. but it was a perfect story to make my point here!
Happy Friday!