Our House is a Clown Car

Four years ago (or so...I've lost track of time and reality) we moved into our home. Boasting three bedrooms, one and a half baths, living room, dining room, kitchen, a green room, and large basement..it felt like a castle. Sometimes, it's hard to believe that it was ever so spacious and roomy. Aria had her own room, we had our own room, and I even had a makeup room. The green room was a nursery because I was babysitting two little ones. It was neat, organized, and more than we needed.

Now our house is slowly turning into the famous Winchester house. Rooms keep getting added on in order to make space for our constantly changing and growing family. It's like a clown car. It looks small and unassuming..yet, at any given moment..a herd of people could come out of it.

As time went on and more people came in and out of our lives and home, we have learned the art of rearranging areas to make more room. My makeup room was sight to behold. Painted in a deep hot pink with white and black accents. It even had a guest bed for company. It was so cheerful and dramatic to walk into. Posh. It was posh. Well, as posh as I could ever be.It was also the first room to go. It was OK, I was not heart broken..more or less I saw it as a necessity and made the changes. It became our bedroom. The color scheme now seems overkill. Waking up to hot pink is not as pleasing. We keep saying we are going to change it, but the truth is...we never get around to it,

Mainly because...we are always rearranging the rest of the house to make more space.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a shortage of doors? I can tell you this. You start eyeing rummage sales for them. Doors are not cheap! Further more, it seems that no one ever parts with them. I'm beginning to believe that they are endangered due to the demand on them. At this very moment, I am pondering how to turn a front door with window panels..into a bedroom door that will be private enough for the person who will be staying in it. Let's disregard the fact that the day was already spent sanding, planing, and rehanging the thing in a doorway that was not meant for it.

My husband either has the patience of a saint, or he is doing drugs and hiding them from me.

In the short amount of time we have been here he has:
painted and repainted enough to go through 30 gallons of paint
refurbished a house full of furniture to save us money
Torn down and rearranged rooms and everything in them no less than 20 times.
Chiseled, sawed, sanded, and built doorways
Erected dividers
Hung curtain rods hundreds of times (kids are infamous for breaking them)
Changed lighting
Installed air conditioners
Built a kitchen island because of space shortage

This is just a short list. I could go on and on. The man just takes it in stride every time a change needs to be made. He has created a house that would confuse architects. It's nothing short of miraculous.

I don't know how he does it. I just know that I am so lucky to have found a partner who is loving and caring enough to do everything he can to make our home comfortable enough to also be a home for others who need it.

Maybe someday a bunch of money will land in our lap, and we can buy a large house that would be better suited to do what we do. Until then, he's done his best to make our house a home..and when I see the imperfections and little flaws, I think.. my husband did this with his own two hands and ingenuity...and with love in his heart. With that in mind, the flaws disappear into the woodwork.