Don’t be fooled. . . I have had blog posts for the past week and will continue to have ones in the next couple of days. . . all of which were written a couple of weeks ago and scheduled to post automatically.  I have not been sitting in front of my computer writing posts every day.

My life has sort of come to a halt, but I am pushing past it and still just trying to take it one portion of a day at a time.  Boxes are getting unpacked, but are still everywhere.  The worst rooms in the house are my office and the living room.  You can barely move around in either.  None of the bathrooms are unpacked.  But thankfully the kitchen no longer has any boxes in it, and the family room is at least a place where I can sit down and play with the boys in.

I am amazed at how well they are doing.  Carter seems to be taking everything in stride and Brayden doesn’t seem phased either.  They seem to both be pretty flexible and for that I am glad.  I know many kids need routine and once they are used to something or someplace, it’s hard to get them to feel comfortable doing anything else.  I guess we were blessed to not have kids that thrive only on routine.  They seem to go with the flow pretty well.

I have learned that you really can’t go through life easily if you aren’t able to be a go with the flow kind of person.  We got a call today saying that the people buying our house are completely ready to close–originally it wasn’t supposed to happen until the 16th.  So tonight we have to go sign our papers, trek over to the other house, clean everything and remove the rest of our stuff that is there.  And then hand over our keys.  This morning, I had no idea that was happening.

I long for things to be unpacked.  My happy family photos to be hung on the wall.  For everything to have a new place.  For this to feel like home once again.

I keep reminding myself that Rome wasn’t built in a day.