Even with boxes scattered everywhere, serious questions about where to put things (like beer in the too-small fridge, and 6 boxes of stuff from the old kitchen that doesn't fit into the new one*), and no blinds, sink or stove, already I feel we are breathing easier. Like we are more at home.
Téo happily plays outside by himself. He's been to his grandparents' every day to pick raspberries and cherries and strawberries. Work has started on restoring the barn across the street - meaning there's diggers and dump trucks and cement trucks to watch.
Lukan no longer gets left in a room by himself so often. He plays happily by himself in the open kitchen/living room while we do things around him. We no longer have to tiptoe around during his naps. There's room for both boys to play chasings inside.
Even when the au pair's here, the house doesn't feel anywhere near crowded. And I think we've struck gold with her. She seems to be perfect - very good with the kids, discrete, tidy, helpful.
Last night was the first night in ages where I haven't collapsed into bed, totally exhausted, eyes immediately shut for sleep. I lay looking up through the skylight above our bed, soaking in the silence, aware of my sleeping children in the next room, watching a lazy cloud swell and unfurl in the last light of a midsummer night. I have never felt so lucky.
*I know this is the universe telling me for a second time that we really don't need so much stuff, but we'll probably buy a cupboard for it all anyway.
Oh, and we don't think Lukan did have chicken pox - even though he had a high temperature the day before, he also had a heat rash ... I think the bigger spots were rash spots that became a little infected. In any case, he never got any more spots, and they cleared up in a few days. So, phew.
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