Song Lyric of the Day:
He’s gotta be strong / And he’s gotta be fast / And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight / I need a hero / I’m holding out for a hero ’til the morning light
Rich and I are now happily ensconced in our new house. We are, however, still finishing up projects on the A-frame to get it listed and sold ASAP. Up until last week, I was helping out with grunt work: stripping carpet off stairs, popping/pulling thousands of staples out of the floors and staircases, cleaning up trash, and so on. You know — little things that even a pregnant woman can do.
Even before I got put on bedrest this week, Rich was working overtime, along with our contractor, to get house projects wrapped up. We now spend most evenings apart, with me at the new house and him working at the old one. Pretty much every day he gets up, goes to work, comes home to check on me, then heads to the A-frame to work; this week he even squeezed in some lunchtime pop-ins. The other night he didn’t get home until 12:30AM, only to get up at 8AM to do it all over again.
So while words seem pathetically inadequate at this point, I had to share how proud I am of him and how I simply cannot express how much I appreciate his hard work. It’ll all be worth it when the A-frame sells quickly (because it’s looking AWESOME), and then we can take our sweet time starting projects on the new house. One at a time, of course.