We've been renovating this apartment since forever, living in continuos state of temporariness. Temporarily sleeping on the living-room floor (for the last month and a half), temporarily moving the kids together in one of their rooms, temporarily having no bathroom doors, no inside entrance door, no working washing-machine. Grandparents will arrive on Saturday and will still be in a temporary situation.
But VV is getting better and better at fixing things, and I'm getting better and better at ignoring the mess and trying to make the best of the situation. If only I didn't get any more migraines while I'm growing this baby. Than it gets really bad.
