The wait for the build was not easy on our family. We were
living with the stress of everything building a home entails. We were fortunate to
have the entire upstairs of my parents’ house to use as our little domain, but
there were no doors, and the boys were sharing a room for the first time in a
long time. There was no privacy for any of us. At times, the boys wanted to
kill each other, and I so wanted to shut the door every once in a while. I
desperately wanted to have some time to myself. My hubby was trying to work
from my parents’ house with no peace and quiet. It was tough at times, but we
made it work.
We tried out best to adapt to our new living arrangements. We tried to go to a family dinner once a week. It got us out of the house for a while and allowed my parents to actually have their house back for a few hours. I felt so badly for them. We were taking over their house. They were being so gracious. We tried to give them their space in the evenings, and we tried to stay in our little area. We watched a lot of TV; read a lot of books; and took tons of golf cart rides on our new cart (one of the advantages of our little town.) I also got by with a little help from my friend, Merlot.
It was great to be just down the road from the build, so we
could keep an eye on everything and watch the progress as it happened. However,
with the long delay due to the rain, we suddenly found ourselves frustrated and
overwhelmed looking at the cement pond every-single-day. We decided we needed
to get away. We decided to take a little trip to a place called French Lick,
Indiana. It is a quaint little town with a ton of history and a hotel with a
waterpark. It wasn’t too far away, so we
took a little long-weekend excursion.
The trip was amazingly therapeutic for all of us. It got our
mind off of all the crazy and just allowed us to have some family fun. We
stayed at the waterpark for a couple of days; went to an elephant retreat
(which was an amazing experience); played laser tag; went on a walk through the
town; and ended our quick trip with go-kart racing.
We tried out best to adapt to our new living arrangements. We tried to go to a family dinner once a week. It got us out of the house for a while and allowed my parents to actually have their house back for a few hours. I felt so badly for them. We were taking over their house. They were being so gracious. We tried to give them their space in the evenings, and we tried to stay in our little area. We watched a lot of TV; read a lot of books; and took tons of golf cart rides on our new cart (one of the advantages of our little town.) I also got by with a little help from my friend, Merlot.
It was great to be just down the road from the build, so we
could keep an eye on everything and watch the progress as it happened. However,
with the long delay due to the rain, we suddenly found ourselves frustrated and
overwhelmed looking at the cement pond every-single-day. We decided we needed
to get away. We decided to take a little trip to a place called French Lick,
Indiana. It is a quaint little town with a ton of history and a hotel with a
waterpark. It wasn’t too far away, so we
took a little long-weekend excursion.
The trip was amazingly therapeutic for all of us. It got our
mind off of all the crazy and just allowed us to have some family fun. We
stayed at the waterpark for a couple of days; went to an elephant retreat
(which was an amazing experience); played laser tag; went on a walk through the
town; and ended our quick trip with go-kart racing. 
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