Our Little Home Story~What's Next?

My prior husband and I bought our home in 1999; it was a bit of a fixer-upper but we saw all grades of potential. He worked in construction; I was capable and willing. We saw this as a place that could look a lot like home for a cat, two dogs, three children, and the two of us. In March of 2000, hung up my plaque and we made our move to our little Virginia home.

Bless This House

Within these bright & solid walls,

God holds a golden key;

to rooms of safety, warmth & pride,

a place called "family."

May all our days be filled with trust,

nights blessed from up above,

and as the years pass tenderly,

May this roof shelter Love.

From month to year...from friend to kin,

God Bless

the hearts that dwell within!

With all truth and a prayer, I hung my plague and sent my prayer and I am assured that my prayer has been honored. 

This three bedroom, one bath home wasn't fancy but it has been secure, warm and safe for

 all who has dwelt between these walls.

Just a few years later, my marriage ended. He left; I stayed. 

Whatever had been accomplished in our transformation of our little house was greatly halted.

Now...

I look at my house sometimes with a shake of the head 

for the things that may never be accomplished and the dreams and desires

that may never transpire...

and

Oh my word....

 The little house has managed to endure a lot of changes. 

2006 brought the Ole Man, his son, and me with a new baby boy. 

Not to bad...

Girls in one room.

Boys in another.

One bathroom means learning patients and true consideration.

For a time we also included the Ole Man's other daughter in the mix.

When you have five teenage kids and a baby, to boot, you've got a house full.

They've came, they've went, they've sometimes came back again...tantrums, fits, fighting, and just plain ignorance had left the poor house worn.

I don't say those things because I consider our children bad. I just know they are what they are.

Our three oldest have all grown their wings and moved into adulthood leaving just one son, one daughter, me and the Ole Man.

Should I dare think?

Should I dare think of all the forgotten things?

I thought...and..there's a lot of forgotten things.

I'm putting consideration to projects around here that need attention. You know the kind of things you know need to be done but instead there's something more important or more pressing that needs the attention. I would have a hard time remembering how many times I have repainted the kitchen, bathroom, and the kids rooms. My bedroom has not been repainted since I moved..eek..The front room & living room have wallpaper so I have managed to paint the ceiling and baseboards a few times.

I'm looking forward to tackling some home projects. 

I can't wait to see what can be accomplished.

Budget: Shoestring

Training: None

Ideas: A plenty

Thanks for stopping by for some of my rambling.

I'm feeling blessed and I hope you are too!