I was reading this blog today, and I left a somewhat long comment on this post saying how she will definitely get through restoring and fixing her house.
I kind of know. My parents bought our house in 1987 when I was 3 years old, and it was in need of restoring. A picture on the wall of their dining room shows it shortly after the purchase. It is a 3-story Victorian built sometime in the 1890's, when my parents purchased it, it had a regular front porch covered in vines and was white, and very noticeable that it needed some love. It was rented out by the room back then, I remember moving some furniture in through a door in the corner of the house that is not there anymore, I remember when we took out a wall and found our oval window in a closet (of the room my brother wanted because of the oval window), I remember when we took down another wall and found stairs leading up to the 2nd floor (from there they did continue up to the 3rd floor). What I don't remember is the state of the inside of the house and the horrible tenants my parents had to deal with until their leases were up, or the countless hours we all spent restoring the house. I have seen a picture of my mother and brother working and me holding a box of graham crackers.
Now, I believe our house is as done as it's going to be, it's got a wrap-around porch like it used to, it's got original paint colors, we have beautiful wood floors, all of them varnished, we have a gorgeous fireplace surrounded by tile and a beautiful wooden mantle, we have built-in shelves, we have a marble sink on the second floor with a claw-foot bathtub in the same bathroom.
As I was typing my comment to Paula, I thought I should go around and take pictures of my house, so everyone could enjoy it, I'll work on that this week. I'm pretty sure you'll like, I do (but I'm bias).