It was golden hour in my bedroom. That could be taken many ways, but I mean that the evening light was perfect, just the way I like it after dinner, when the kids are on their way to bed, and the day shifts to night, and quiet finally returns.
Working from my sister's house with the kids here is really, really hard. It's hard enough at our house, but at least I can send them to their own rooms. Here, they share a room and we're always on top of each other, which means I need to send one to their room and the other outside when I need to separate them. I failed at first when I sent one to their room and the other to the bathroom because I couldn't think of anything else.
Tonight I went to the house and it was quiet. The street was quiet, even though my neighbors were outside, the house was quiet, and the whole neighborhood was quiet. A couple walking by called out to ask how the project was going. I'd never seen them before, but the guy gave me a big thumbs up when I said it was going well. I miss our house, I miss golden hour in my bedroom, but I am so glad we didn't give up on the house and move away. I'm sad not to be living in our house now, but at least I know we'll be back. If we moved, the golden hour calm would have been gone.
Good news! We're getting a little bit closer to a kitchen floor.