Building a House

         Once again it has almost been a week since I have wrote. Sorry about that May is just a busy month for me. Always has been and always will be. I went home over this Memorial Day weekend, I would like to say to rest, but if you know my family there is never rest when everyone gets together. Six siblings plus just doesn't let you rest. Anyways, you also can't rest when your parent's house is half way finished and your dad is finishing the rest. There something you always have to help with, which is great and that is what I want to talk about on this entry.
           I always remember as a little child either repainting and rewallpapering the house especially the first one that I started school in and then ever since then we have been finishing houses non stop. The house that I grew up in and finished high school in, we had to tell the builders what we wanted in it because it just got done being built. At least, we didn't have to help with that part but we did have to do the whole downstairs. We had a flooding problem one time and it got the carpet downstairs all wet so we had to strip the carpet and then my dad decided to title the whole downstairs because the flooding was something that would keep happening just because how the plumbing was done in that house.
         There was a pretty good sized TV room, hallway that went to 3 bedrooms and then a bathroom and a storage room. We didn't title the storage room but every other room we did. That is where my sister and I slept were in those 3 rooms so we had title as our floor. We also had to work on the bathroom down there and we did get the sink and the toilet to where we could use it but never got the shower working until a year before we moved away from that house. I mean the titling was good. old cement titling with, I was to say 6X6 squares, maybe a little bigger. I'm bad at guessing the size.
          Then at the house where my parents live now we are doing the downstairs again because it wasn't done at all. There are 4 bedrooms, a TV room and dining area hooked together, a storage room, and there is a bathroom downstairs but it is already put together and working. We dry walled it which I didn't help with, painted it, put the lights in the ciling (helped a little), then put the fans in (helped with 2 out of 6 fans). Next is going to be titling the floor again but this time my dad got the easier stuff. He got titles that can stick to the ground easily. Why they didn't invent that 10 years ago when I had to help. No idea. The sticky title is almost rubber but wooden looking where at the other house it could break if you like things fall on it.
           All this to say that I could probably, not only plan what the inside of a house looks like (aka my major), but also help build most of the inside of a house. Thanks to my dad! It might be smart alike because I have a hard time enjoying it when I go home now and want to rest because of other things going on in my life like work but I really enjoy my dad teaching me these things especially the titling now that I look back on it. I don't want to go home just to help all the time with the house, which it feels like I have been doing lately. I need to be careful what I say on I might be doing some more in the near future. It is something that my dad loves to do and does well and it is a way to spend time with him even if I just stand underneath him and hand him things that he needs. I can still watch and learn from underneath.
           Along with teaching me how to build and use my hands for working and being a hard worker. I like to give credit to my undergrad for the whole hardworking idea that is instilled in me but really the credit goes to my dad. Along with the stubbornness at times. :D We are a lot alike in many ways so much alike we don't even have to talk sometimes but we still get each other. I like how he is passing down the traditions of his parents (my grandma and granddad) too by getting each kid and grandkid something that will keep us safe or that is useful for the car or house every holiday but mainly Christmas.
          As children and teens, we might complain about a lot of things even doing this with our parents but it is true and I have noticed since I have moved out of state into the "real" world that all those little things weren't really little things. They were big things in a different way. You needed the grown up perspective, not the little child or teen perspective. I guess that is what people mean when they say don't give up on your children because at different stages of life, people learn the meaning of different things because they are looking for that meaning where years before they weren't even thought about it that way.
          Guys, just a heads up keep this entry in mind if you are wanting to build a house someday. Just sayin' (smart alike tone). Truly in a way, I'm being careful, when I say this, I would rather stay home and work on the house like that with the children when they are older to where they can help then go back to work. That's just how I was raised. :) Things are so much more meaningful when you do them yourself. That's part of living the simple life, right?