Home is Where the Heart is. Or Some Nonsense Like That.


February 20, 2014 by Marj Hatzell

Yes, I know, I’ve been a very bad blogger. Two months? I mean, really. BLOGGING, YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG.

But I have good excuses, honest. The very least of which is my mental health status (don’t worry, I’m seeing a therapist and it’s going swell) and the very most of which is the status of my house (total chaos and disrepair).

I know a house is not a home. Home is what you make it. It’s your refuge, your comfort, your shelter from the storm. It’s supposed to be the place you can kick your shoes off and relax. Where you can walk around sans undergarments, if you so choose. And I do choose, often. Where the uniform is yoga pants and witty teeshirts, at least in my world.

The problem is we’ve had this construction stuff going on and it has knocked me down. Knocked me down worse than the lab I was watching last year who charged through my feet while chasing my dogs in play. Ouchy. In other words, i’m kind of struggling here at the moment. We picked the VERY BEST TIME OF YEAR to do major renovations, after all. I highly recommend EVERYONE starts structural work the week before Christmas. And by highly recommend I mean NOT AT ALL. Because in addition to the usual holiday madness, there’s also that whole “,time of year of the anniversary of my father’s death” and “,holiday without my parents, first without my mother” and last but not least, “S.A.D. combined with Lyme and Epstein barr recovery.” Really, we thought this out so well.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m super happy we are nearing competition and the results are grand. In fact, SQUEEEEEEE!!!!! I supposed I just didn’t expect hitting the wall so hard, you know?

And if it’s hitting ME that hard, you can imagine how much fun it has been for the kids.

And then in the midst of that, the countless snow days, 2-hour delays and two weeks back-to-back sick kids kind of, you know, sucked major. I’m beginning to think I should have just moved to Alaska to get it over with. I can’t wait until this melts! Because having a border collie who LOVES HER SOME MUD is super swell when you have two feet of snow to melt, the ground is already saturated and there’s record rain fall expected.


I know. First World problems.

The one thing that has gotten me through? The Guy I Live With. He has been rock solid. He’s the MAN. Seriously, he didn’t hack my blog to write this. I really like him pretty swell and stuff. Not only is he working his butt off to finish our house and make it look all purty-like, he’s been amazingly patient and understanding. That’s why we’re a good team. Yin and yang, and all that.

So I saw something advertised in the paper and I knew he’d love it and gosh darn it, he deserves it so here’s our new toy:


We are now the current title holder of “coolest parents ever” for our newly-minted teenager. Don’t worry, we’ll win our award for, “Worst Parents in the Whole Wide World” by Saturday morning, when he has to wake up to do his weekend jobs.

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