This past weekend, Steve fell through the ceiling. Yes, my adorable husband dangled through the rafters like a monkey while insulation exploded into every crevice of our home office. Poor Steve. He was running an ethernet cable, slipped, and came through the drywall. He pulled himself back up because it was still to far to fall. I'm so glad he didn't get hurt. But OMGOSH THERE IS A HOLE IN THE CEILING! Ok, not anymore, but there was. My dad came over Sunday and helped Steve patch it up (rather, my dad patched it up while Steve played gopher). Here are some pictures.
I had no idea what I was getting into by choosing to quit my job and stay at home to raise a family. This is an honest window into my life so others may make a better (but probably not) informed decision. Sometimes I'm busy, sometimes I'm lazy, sometimes I'm funny, and I'm always crazy.