I’m in big trouble.
Over the weekend, I hid up in the mountains 310 miles north of our house with the boys. My husband has taken a sledge hammer to our living room. We’re stuck in the 1950′s. With stucco. The perils of demolition expels a dust storm like no other and the obvious was to flee the wreckage. Luckily, my family was headed to Lake Placid for the weekend so we tagged along with them.
But displacement was the least of my problems….