My child spends a lot of time on construction sites lately.
A lot of time.
Just watch. Because of this, he’ll grow up and go into construction, just like his dad.
Really though, he’s a trooper. I so appreciate that he’ll sit in his stroller and watch mama shovel, or frame up walls, or whatever I happen to be doing at the moment. It must be very boring.
He could help a little bit, though. Not trying to complain, but I wouldn’t mind a hand, even if it is a tiny one.
Joking aside, out house project is coming along. We are moving fill dirt in this week to level off the foundation. Crossing our fingers and hoping we can pour the pad so, so soon.
Lots of shoveling is being done. I think I moved five tons of dirt single-handedly. No, I’m not exaggerating.
Probably going to be a little bit sore tomorrow.
I can’t wait to have this place finished and finally be able to move in and settle. It feels like an impossible task some days, but bit by bit, we are chipping away at our list of tasks, and things are finally moving.
That’s worth being a bit sore, in my book.