Tuesday, March 23rd

Welcome to the blog for our new home, dubbed Timmay! (yes, with the exclamation point) at the first viewing due to the wheelchair ramp taking up space in the garage. After a few FML moments surrounding us taking possession of our new home (undoubtedly karmically linked to what I named the house), I thought documenting our experience cleaning up, moving into and doing some renovations on it deserved its own place on the interwebs.


This is me, showing how Wisconsinites (especially the transplants) get pole dancing DONE. And no, the house behind me isn't ours. But I'm sure the neighbors were THRILLED with their sneak peek of my personality. Much thanks to Regina for braving the rain and the threat of Chi-chi-chi-chia hair to take the pic.




This is the worst picture ever of the house. It has four bedrooms and two and a half baths. I can't wait for everybody to have their own room, their own space and for the four boys I live with to be more than 12 feet from me at any given moment, unlike in our old home. This house has two stories plus a basement, the master is on the first floor and the other bedrooms are upstairs. It has a family room and a formal living room. IT HAS SPACE.







If you want to see a grown woman cry, just let her walk up the stairs the day after spending five hours painting only to discover that the color she picked looks like barfed up peach smoothie. And then, add insult to injury by reminding her that she broke the color matching rules to get said color AND that she bought it in a five gallon bucket. See, that's what I get for trying to be all hoity about the paint color. Back to antique white, thank you very much and goodnight and be sure to tip your waitress.



This kitchen. THE KITCHEN. I just can't. Twelve years of my life spent working on other people's homes and I am finally getting a chance to redo one for myself. That desk. That gross tile floor. Don't get me started on the layer of grease on that wood hood, not to mention the stove and fridge that were left behind that are CAKED with grease and food and crap. I have spent a good four hours scouring, scraping, magic erasering (is too a word), Pine Sol-ing, disinfecting and wiping every cabinet inside and out. Just to make me feel okay about fixing stuff in there for the next few months before the new cabinets are ordered and in. I took two totes worth of kitchen things over today and had to talk myself into actually putting them inside the cabinets. And they had already been cleaned. Ish.



















My final thing to share today is the reason Swiffer and I are DONE PROFESSIONALLY. Went through half a box of refills getting the paneling and walls and ceilings dusted and de-cobwebbed and THIS BITCH of a recessed light has to go and eff up my chi.