One thing that's a little tricky about redoing the laundry room is that, like, you have no laundry room. This is one tiny detail I hadn't really considered before we hauled the washing machine out of the workshop and ceremoniously pushed it over a cliff.
But really I didn't think of all the disgusting-piles-of-dirty-laundry implications. Well, I WOULD have disgusting piles of dirty laundry except for the fact that my guardian angels walk this very Earth and allow me to use their washers and dryers for free like so many of those clean, hospitable, free laundromats where your kids enjoy playing that we're so accustomed to.....wait. No. Those don't exist. Plus 250 points for me!
So I realized that since super fun week had commenced, the laundry had been piling up and even though Amanda has been forced to look at my mug almost every single day this week (literally), I demanded she allow us to descend upon her house and use her appliances and eat her food.
Then I hollered at everyone to get ready and clean up the living room and gather the dirty clothes and "it's just a little rain. put on a raincoat" and go out to the van and weareleavingrightthissecond...
And the van wouldn't start.
But look! The worker's for the remodeling company are so, so, so nice and helpful that this happened:
There's more than one good reason that this renovation is happening, y'all. Seriously for real.
Speaking of the laundry room, this is also happening today (warning: what follows is a great photo of an open box surrounded by a blurry blob that I will tell you is the new floor and you will believe me because you are trusting and kind.)
Doing the Carlton as we speak!
Best for last.
Charlotte of Waltzing Matilda. I just....don't know what to say about her and her sweet family. If only James Herriot or C.S. Lewis could real quick pen a bio of them from me for you so you could really understand her gracious generosity. When we said good-bye to Nicholas, she and her husband somehow ensured a Trappist casket would arrive in time for his funeral. It was less than 24 hours away, but they did it. A true miracle.
Anyway, apparently that wasn't enough and she and her kids (one of her daughters is e-pen-pals with one of mine) decided to put a care package together for the five kids here in our house. Books and journal for Katie, apron and cookbook for Lizzy, dinosaurs for Paul, fairies for Ceci and little wooden Joseph and Mary dolls for Mary along with a handful of absolutely adorable dresses.
Mary. Loves. Her. Mary.
You know, people like Charlotte (and you and you and you and you and you and you and you) serve as such an incredible reminder of the beauty and goodness in this world. Beauty and goodness that we might forget is there if we immerse ourselves only in the news that the culture wants to share with us. Beauty and goodness that I've had the incredible opportunity to enjoy. Once again I am humbled to be the recipient of all this....