Mama of 2 P's in a Pod

It's been over a month since our house fire. We have been sitting idle for awhile, waiting on our insurance company and Frigidaire to come together to take the refrigerator apart and determine the exact cause of our fire. Sitting idle is hard to do. Very. And adding those lovely break ins into the mix made it hard. But today is the day. I'm home with a sick kiddo so I was able to go with my father in law to let the engineers into the home. Having them react to the house and the kitchen was a good experience. We know it is bad, but having them confirm it helps reassure me some. In a weird, totally unexplainable kind of way. Hopefully after today, the rebuilding can begin. There are quite a few steps before that can happen but all of those steps mean progress. It has been a good experience living with Kris' parents, they have been more than accommodating, but I know we are all ready to go home. We continue to feel the love from the community as well. Orange Leaf nigh...

What is normal? I'm trying to find a new normal for our family. But it's harder than it looks. You don't realize how normal life is by going to your own place every night. By crawling into your own bed and pulling up your own covers. These are some of the things the girls have wished they could do. I have too, I would give anything to spread out on my sippy cup stained couch and enjoy the P's giggling and playing while having my pup at my feet. But this is our life now. And while I know it was just a couch, I think of when my Oma took me shopping for it and the matching chair when I was 6 months  pregnant with Little P and how that was the only thing I could sleep on. I think of sleepless nights with a sick kiddo on that couch or a recovering Kris resting his newly fixed back or Achilles on that couch. I am trying hard to be patient and to be a rock for my family, some days though, I feel more like silly putty.