Every day is a new learning opportunity. I call it “Operation: Mama.” But no one calls me Mama anymore, so the teenagey version goes something like:
Operation: Mom Uses the Grill.
Operation: Mom Drives in the Snow
Operation: Mom Hires a Metal Fabricator
Operation: Mom Orders a Roll-off Dumpster
And the biggest operation chock full of daily mini operations is Operation: Mom Builds a House.
So this is the first post of my new design blog. Thank you for your patience as I embark on Operation: Mom Conquers WordPress. Every good design site lives and dies by its photography and videography and it appears I need to enlist in basic training.
James and I completed three home renovations over the course of our marriage. We called our fictional future company Character Building. First was our 1918 bungalow, which was part of the first planned housing development in Santa Clara called Park Court. Then our 1930’s Spanish house in Shasta Hanchett Park . And now where the boys and I currently live— our 1980’s barn conversion. Which my neighbor recently told me housed a mountaintop brothel for a time… I promise you a future barn brothel blog. Keep your knickers on.
A month or two ago, someone was telling me how they asked Jacob who was going to build the house… it must have been late last year, just after we’d turned down the general contractor’s bid.
And he said confidently, “My mom will build it.” (That’s my boy.)
And they replied, “Your mom can’t build the house.”
In all fairness, I did have a lot on my plate.
But to which I say…
Watch me.
