Mosaic Momma

Photo Credi t Today I threw a party. It wasn't planned. Actually...I didn't even want to throw it. This party had zero streamers. No cake. No presents. It had one attendee. Me. What kind of lame party is that? The pitiful kind. Literally. Today...I threw myself a pity party. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has days that make you want to throw up your hands in surrender. To grab any white napkin, tea towel, diaper or white pair of underpants from the laundry basket and wave that thing around. I just gave up. It could have been my pre-teen's refusal to follow my instructions for the umpteenth time about going to bed at a decent time and thus falling asleep on the couch at her sister's OT appointment. Which led to her not finishing her work for the day. Which led to her having to do it when we got home. Which led to her being bored and somehow turning, "don't let your backside leave this seat at the table" into "

It's been awhile since I last posted. I have intended to put fingers to keys many times, but honestly there has been so much going on, I haven't had any additional time. When I last left off, we were sanding, staining and sealing floors like crazy. We finished just in time to let the floors cure for the three days required before we had movers come and help maneuver boxes and furniture from our garages into the house. That was a week we never want to repeat again. Rylie had to work that week at a summer camp he had signed up for in the Spring before we knew what this summer would entail. Unfortunately, it also happened when we were under the gun to get the floors finished. So, he would come home, eat dinner and then get to work with me trying to stain and seal. Fortunately, I was able to do a lot of the sealing on my own (just me and my paint brush) during the day. We have the long hallway to finish still. I spilled sealant on the hallway, and even thought I

Timing is everything. That phrase is something I've heard my entire life and after the last few months, I firmly believe it.  For those who are following along with our journey to our "new, old farmhouse," it's been quite the ride, which you can read about here . This last week or so has been a flurry of getting keys, driving out to the farmhouse from my parent's house (about 1/2 hour each way) and dropping off things, ripping out carpet and finding beautiful hardwood floors... Our buried treasure under old carpet (some 70+ years!) ...which then required hours of pulling up carpet, levering up tack board and approximately 1000 carpet staples, and then yesterday, my husband used a drum sander on about 3/4 of the 1200 sq. ft. of flooring we have to do. What was in the closet...so we had an inkling of what could be. Before we can refinish, we had to pull up lots of tack strip and staples. Lots. The machine Rylie was attached to

Last time I left off, we were on the road to Portland to see Rylie's brother and family. However, there was one little problem. Or a lot of them. Lice. Infestation 2014 up in their business. Given the choice to delay our trip up and avoid exposing ourselves to it, we opted to switch our visits around and instead drive the hour to Cave Junction and stay with Rylie's dad for a few days. Which was a good call because by then, I was headed to Sickville fast. When we pulled out from Michelle's, I got in the very back seat with a pillow and a blanket and passed out. I woke up when we arrived at my father-in-law's place and pulled it together enough to help get the trailer set up (faster the second time around), and then go into town with everyone for Wild River's taco pizza goodness. However, half a box of tissues later, I was ready for bed and when the morning of July 4th dawned the next day, I "independently" realized that I couldn't get out of be