Bumps in the Road

I apologize for my lack of posts and updates since Adam's brithday.  Our family was thrown into quite a whirlwind the last month...let me bring you all back to four weeks ago today.

It was the first Packer game, and Rob had gotten home before the kids and I.  As I pull into the garage, Rob opens the door while on the phone...he looks like he has seen a ghost.  All he said  was  "it's really bad"...not a statement you want to come home to at the end of the day.  I walk into the house, and hear a dripping sound.  Then I walk up the stairs  in my socks, and the carpet is drenched.  Apparently  our toilet had clogged at some point in the morning, overflowed, and ran all day while we were at work.  And unfortunatley it was our upstiars bathroom, which means it ran into our basement  bathroom, ceiling, and walls.  I never realized a toilet could do so much damage.  I don't think Rob or I truly understood the amount of damage until the restoration company came the next day.  As of Thursday night, I was going to take the next day off to work on cleaning the house and getting it ready for company, my parents were still going to stay at our house Friday night,  and we were still going to host Adam's 1st Birthday Party on Sunday.  By Friday late morning, we realized we weren't even go to have a house to sleep in for the foreseeable future, much less a house to host a birthday party at.  I do have pictures of the house before all of the work, but they will need to be posted on a different day.

The beginning was a little rough, with several hotel/location (six to be exact) changes, but we have been in he same hotel now for about three weeks.  It's a suite, so there is a seperate bedroom from the living room which is wonderful.  And the boys are loving the pool...they just think we are on vacation.

Lately, I've been slipping up a lot and will say something to Owen like "We are going to go home and eat."  Owen will always laugh and correct me "Mom, not home, go to hotel".   I told Rob, it will be a sad day when he doesn't correct  me, and considers the hotel his home.