In and out of weeks

In 2008 Husby and I finally purchased a house. The day we moved in is surpassed in joy only by the day Toby moved to Whole milk from my milk (still to come!) Here is my perfect Maine house...



My perfect Maine house was also pretty darn perfect on paper too, but for one thing - the previous homeowners lied on the disclosure!

When I left England I assumed I was coming to a land of plenty, where the sun shone in the summer and the snow fell in winter and in Spring deer frolicked. Well the deer certainly frolick but the snow did not fall in Maine this winter - the rain did - lots of it - in fact for 36 hours this weekend all we had was rain. It made me feel like I was back at my English University with the ducks (Malcolm and Mallory Mallard). Combine this much rain, a country that has basments and then add in homeowners who lie and you get....



Over a foot of water in the basement, plastic tote boxes falling over and filling with Water, Christmas ornaments smashing, and lots of things floating. You also get to turn the furnace off so I am grateful that we also live in the land of wood stoves!

My point is this: Since Toby was born my house has not been tidy excepting the week my mother was here in November. This past weekend I played with my son, took him shopping, took him for a walk, played some more and bought him all kinds of fun new stuff. He was so grateful to his mummy that he took a two hour nap which enabled me to commit a tidy in my house. The gods frowned on my perfect weekend and sent a flood to turn my living room into this...



Tonight we offer a burnt offering to Poseidon*

*not really, there's only one God at work in this house and he's the one who kept me calm last night when standing in the midst of this!