Filtering Life

Oh my word, I can hardly move. I feel like I have been steam rolled. Moving, unpacking, and settling a house for 12 hours in a row wearing flipflops and pregnant is about as smart as leather pants. I think my heels hate me. I am finally sitting with my legs propped up and waiting patiently for my McDonalds “chicken” nuggets to arrive. I have popped two extra strength tylenol and am desperate for some relief. Some may say I overdid it, but I tried really hard to let everyone move the heavy stuff.
I first of all want to say that we have some of the most incredible friends and family in the world. To me, the ultimate favor to ask anyone is to move you. It is hard, long work. It isn’t exactly breezy and cool outside in VA either. These guys sweat their butts off for 4 hours loading and unloading all of our earthly belongings. They were amazing, had great attitudes, and managed to joke around the whole time. My inlaws and my parents stuck around for 6 hours after we moved in and continued to unpack us, put things together, crush boxes, organize, all the crappy grunt work! We bought 7 gallons of paint yesterday and we only had time to cut in one room. Tomorrow is our major paint day. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly have more fun in 48 hours…we get to paint all afternoon. I admit it, I am a major moving nazi. I CAN NOT live in a sea of boxes for months and white walls. I have to get EVERYTHING done as quick as possible. We unpacked at least 80% of everything. The rest of it, I need to weed out things to sell and what to store in the attic. I hope to have at least 3 rooms completely painted by tomorrow leaving only half the house. I am so excited and abundantly grateful to the Lord for providing such a great house. We absolutely LOVE it. I still can’t believe it is ours!
WE took “before” pictures yesterday, so as soon as we finish up the painting we will post “after” pictures. I think I am going to pass out while watching The Italian Job. Peace.