Another tough week. Our flesh is weak and our spirt isn't even all that willing. We figured out that with the exception of the three days we spent in Maine, Shaun has worked about 100 straight days. I'm right there behind him and we are drained. Our reserves are depleted and many days its out of sheer will power to get up and do it again.
Of course we keep the end-goal in sight and know it will soon be a memory, but it is hard. Now, in addition to the renovations, we've put moving into high gear. Over lunch one day Shaun and I were talking about a couple of failed marriages. I joked that if our marriage can withstand all of this, we are probably home free. :)
I really didn't get too many pictures this week. My hands were busy and much of it I spent at the old house packing and loading and then unloading at the new. Its really quite embarrassing how much stuff we have....the part of being an American that I'm not particularly proud of.
Amanda flits and flutters every where she goes and enjoys dancing in the new spaces.
The bathroom off the spare room on the third floor got put back together this week. All that was there was an old cast iron tub and Shaun transformed it into a useable bathroom.
(This color looks much nicer in person.)