Pushed back again

Technically, I think it should be "pushed forward."

My mom reports that we will not be moving in the week between Christmas and New Years. Apparently the men doing the sheet rock have taken three weeks to do their job rather than one week, and now some of their work has to be redone, which has put off finishing the painting, which moves back the flooring and the kitchen and... you get the idea.

But! She also reports that there is still progress. The electric meter and lines were put in. The primer paint is nearly all done. The sofit and facia and siding are nearly all finished; just the bit above the front door to go. The rock on the front steps that was broken and coming off from all the work has been straightened and re-glued into place, with the handrail going back on soon. With any luck the garage door goes on next week, and the cabinets and counters for the kitchen and bathroom are on the truck and should be here next Tuesday. And my parents - with help from Benjamin and family - have emptied two of the three remaining storage units.

My mom says, "So, instead of ending this year in the house, we will start next year in the house. I'm trying to be philosophical about all this. Can you tell?: