One of my very dearest friends has had a very full few months. And to top it off, she’s been pregnant…which of course is joyous, but also horomonal. In the midst of the pregnancy, they sold their house…and were buying a new one. But as buying and selling often go…things don’t happen according to plan.
And as having a family and babies go also… things often don’t go according to plan.
So when the un-plans landed our friends in a really insane week, my incredible friends and I realized that something had to be done.
Our friend’s oldest daughter started a new school Wednesday. Thursday, our poor gal was scheduled for an earlier-than-planned delivery of their 4th child. Friday, her husband had to leave the hospital to meet the movers at their house and then close on the house they were selling and turn around and close on the house they were buying.
My friend left her house for the hospital to never return to it again. And when she was coming home Sunday (today), she was coming into a completely new house that she hadn’t been able to touch AT ALL!
I don’t know about you other moms out there, but when I’ve had my kids and come home from the hospital, I’ve been an emotional basket case….and that was coming into a house I’d been able to nest in for months. None of us could imagine coming into a house we’d never lived in with paint colors and wallpaper you hate and boxes piled to the ceiling.
And I say it again….OH MY…LANTA!
So naturally….we did something. And her mom did something, and her mother in law, and her dad, and her father in law. They all worked getting the kitchen, den, and kids rooms into some working order, and our friends and I decided to do something about the Master Bedroom. At least if her own bedroom felt good, then maybe recovering from a csection with a new baby and 3 other kids around, might feel a bit better.
When I got to the house at 6:30 on Friday night, it looked like this….
Some awful colored yellow adorned the walls, and the window treatments had enough dust to create a full sized dust bunny on their own. And let’s not forget the ginormous amount of boxes, containers, a queen sized bed, and who knows what else shoved into trash bags in the last minute efforts to finish packing all piled in the middle of the room!
Katie, Laura, and I painted right over those yellow walls with the prettiest beige (Sherwin Williams Balanced Beige to be exact) on Friday night.
Yes I did just post a late night silliness picture with not a stitch of makeup in the room. (Sorry Katie and Laura!) We do look devious though don’t we?!
And Saturday, Lindsey, Lisa, and I came back to tackle the mess of stuff piled in the middle of the floor. We unpacked closets, moved furniture, cleaned, sorted bathroom items, and decorated til about 1pm. Poor Lisa even found a bathroom drawer that apparently the previous owner had clipped their fingernails into for what appeared to have been years. GROSS!!!!! She cloroxed it immediately.
So when our lovely friend Jo came home today from the hospital, she didn’t see that mess in the floor…or a single packed up box waiting for her to do something about it anywhere in her entire room or bathroom. What she came home to with that sweet new baby today was this….
Because you know what…sometimes love just needs to look like a finished room.
By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers. But if anyone has the world’s goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God’s love abide in him? Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth. – 1 John 3:16-18