Still Alive (Barely): Remodeling, Mayhem, & a Dash of “Coo Coo Bananas”

I swear I’m alive. It’s just that the past three weeks have felt like living inside a shaken snow globe—except instead of snow, it’s sawdust, schedules, and snack wrappers.

We finally pulled the trigger on remodeling our first floor. The carpets had reached a level of “we cannot morally defend this anymore”—the kind of old, lingering, vaguely animal-body-fluid-adjacent situation that doesn’t just whisper… it announces itself. Between that and trying to ease my asthma, this was the year to make it happen.

Cue the chaos montage.

Somewhere in the middle of demolition dust, we had prom committee, actual prom (because of course those are separate events), and a surprise round of “which child is throwing up today?” We’ve all been camped out in my bedroom like a slightly disorganized pioneer family, except instead of forging west, we’re just trying to find clean socks and a flat surface.

And because the universe has a sense of humor, spring break didn’t arrive in one neat package. No, it staggered in—child by child—turning our schedule into something that looks less like a calendar and more like abstract art.

But here’s the thing: despite all of it… we’re okay.

There was one panic attack (not invited, showed up anyway), but overall, we’ve held it together. Meals were made, kids were loved, and no one has permanently moved into the hallway… yet.

It’s messy. It’s loud. It’s temporarily unhinged.

But it’s also moving forward.

And somewhere under the dust and disruption, there’s a home slowly becoming exactly what we needed.

Sneak peak of chaos....lol