My husband and I have been working nonstop to finish our house. 6 days a week we have been finishing the home step by step. We rewired, set new water pipe, moved walls, prepared for sheet rock, prepared the floor for tiling, tiled the floor, installed insulation, hired drywallers and carpet installers, placed doors, installed cabinets, hired counter top installers, grouted, placed outlets and switches and light fixtures, tiled the shower and tub, and all other necessary things to make a shell of a house a livable home. (I must mention that my husband did the bulk of the work and I was mostly a cheerleader.) It was exhausting and our children were so good to take care of themselves and our temporary space while I was gone.
We were mostly ready for the inspection and hoped he would allow a few details to slip through, like some of the floor needed grout and the shower was not complete yet. He was busy the whole week before Christmas and couldn't fit us in. He finally said he might make it on Monday, which was Christmas Eve. My family normally does their party that day and they moved it to the 23rd so we could enjoy the party with them, then we could be available all day on the 24th just in case. The inspector came and passed us, and we moved in that night.
We didn't even have beds for everyone, but the kids were so excited that sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor of their new room was magical. We had one couch and a double sized bed for us. We set up the Christmas tree the week before since we planned to open presents at our new house no matter what. It was a magical morning and we loved being in our very own home again! We were able to get the rest of our furniture the next week. The kids were glad since the magic was wearing off and the desire for a bed was increasing!
It was a great Christmas present for our family!
