Have you ever had one of those mornings where you’re paralyzed by decisions? I’m not talking physically unable to move due to a serious brain injury or anything that extreme; I mean actually so unable to chose between two different things that everything just freezes up in your brain and no thoughts can converge on the highway of deliberation and you find yourself completely stuck in a time warp?

We’ve been selecting {or at least constantly mulling over choices of} countertops and flooring and windows. Talking about paint colors, different door sizes, pocket vs. swinging vs. left or right opening. Metal roof? But what color? Discussing, possibly even too much, on whether to have retractable screens or regular storms. Three kitchen stools or only one. What color should the appliances be? Who knows. Built in closets or search for recycled finds? Should the toilet go here? Or here? Or…hold on..what about here?

Or…maybe…even…

…over here?

Yeah. That’s a daily conversation at La Casa de Our House.

Wanna know the most hilarious part?

The item I was paralyzed over this morning? The thing that left me paused for a solid 90 seconds, unable to even reach for my coffee cup to take a swig while I tossed ideas around in my head?

What should I eat for breakfast.

That, apparently, was the straw that shattered this camels back.

If you’re looking for a full-story, I eventually made white toast and then threw it to the dog because…well, white toast? Why do we even have that in the house camper? Boring. And then I poured a bowl of museli…and cursed every. single. freaking. ridiculous. health food blog I could think of because what the actually what!? If I wanted to eat mediocre, bland grain, I’d get myself a goat, strap on a feed sack and go to town. Barf, man.

I mean, I ate it, but…no thanks.

Anywho, let’s come full circle back on our little crazy train of thought, shall we?

The reason I was completely stuck on breakfast {my own thing} is that I have an unbelievably awesome network of support helping us with the house {which has rapidly evolved into everybody’s thing}. My in-laws fountain of knowledge and ideas for innovative housing has been a Godsend. My dad’s need for digging and hauling and shoveling and playing in the dirt has been amazing and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the comments and warm enthusiasm from my mom and her bum hipkneeleg. Our aunts and uncles are constantly sending ideas, texts of encouragement and loads of love. Our siblings are fabulous with bringing out food, conversation and helping shovel, trim trees, clean and move things {so many things!} at the drop of a hat. We even had a niece and nephew come out this weekend to help split and stack wood {and maybe even learn to drive a few things around the yard, too}. We have friends who are constantly asking when they can help and coming out at the most random times to talk shop, allow us a little break, and just be altogether great people and superb moral lifters. It’s been awesome.

One of our friends, Calie, is a designer with Che Bella Interiors in Burnsville and she has been utterly fabulous at exhausting all possibilities for our floor plan as well as any interesting and unusual design features for the final product. Plus she has this altogether squirrely little bundle of smiles and joy who I get to hang out with and photograph on the regular, so…yeah.

Temporary insanity and paralasis aside, I’d have to say that life is good.

 

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