Hurst Family News

I know that time will eventually tick itself down and Friday will in fact be here.  But it feels that time is stuck to the side of the jar.  Killin' me Smalls.  Our house has exploded.  The walls are still here but the inside needs a good purging to get better.  We got all of our stuff out of storage the other day.  A swift reminder that we (by which I point the finger mostly at myself) have yet again over indulged and have WAY TOO MUCH stuff.  Things.  Time.  Energy. Space. Money. Wasted.  And now all of that stuff is clogging my brain and spirit and it just NEEDS TO GO. Which it will (Cue yard sale next weekend). But for the next two weeks we will be wallowing through the mire of bad choices and over spending.  So getting ready for an quick overnight trip to SLC is putting me on shutdown.  I can't find socks.  Heaven knows I have washed and dried and even folded (some) socks.  Lots of them. ("Some" referring to th...

"If you are willing to make the sacrifices it will be worth it."  That would be the answer I received when I prayed about buying our house.  About now I'm feeling like I should have asked for the term specifications on these sacrifices.  I'm worn out.  There's so much work to be done it feels like we'll never be DONE done.  At this point I can't even see the light at the end of the tunnel of done-enough-to-move-in.  I'm sick of paying for a storage unit and sick of having no idea where my things are in said storage unit.  When we packed up to move back in with my inlaws (who have been extremely gracious) I didn't bother to label much stuff because I didn't think it would be in storage long.  On the off chance that we were here when the weather changed I had the forethought to at least put all the warm clothes together.  Well- what I thought was all of them.  I got out the pile and sorted through it and there's a bu...