My second son will be here in less than a month. So I’ve spent the past 2 months doing some major renovations in the nursery, the kitchen and now our master bedroom.

The nursery was a lot but easy enough, I built out a closet since there wasn’t one, reframed and put in new windows (the ones ones must’ve been a thousand years old by my guess) and laid new floor and trim all around.

The kitchen sucked, total gut and remodel, new drywall all around including the ceiling, managed to keep the counters and cabinets, they’re not my favorite but they work and saved us a nice penny, fixed a leak I found under the sink. The ceiling was awful, I’m so happy it’s done but my back is still yelling at me.

Now I’m on to the master bedroom, I’m extending the closet opening. The closet itself is 8x2 but the opening is a foot and half for some reason. Putting in new windows, replacing the subloor since most of it is falling apart and rotted (has been for a while), laying new floors and patching up some drywall.

When we moved into this house it was falling apart. “We’ll have time to do it” we said a week before finding out we were pregnant. So I started putting in overtime and got a second job so not much got done aside from my sons room which was rushed and not my best work. This time around I’m very grateful to have the time and money to do all this. I’ve done everything myself with a lot of help from my 3 year old. He loves being ‘construction guys’ and has actually been really helpful through everything. It’s been a lot, but my heart is full and happy.