Unrealistic expectations

I would like to say that every day that passes we are one day closer to move in, but it does not appear to be the case. More like every 3 or 4 days that pass.....

I am afraid I have set up completely unrealistic expectations for when we finally are in the house and settled. We did spend nearly a year designing the house- not for the way we want to live, but for the way we actually do live and tried to anticipate the changes for when the children grow older. I seem to think our life will be simple and perfect when we move in- it will all be organized and clean. As much as I would love to live that way, it hasn't been that way since we had children.

I have always wanted a vegetable garden. Me, the one who has killed ivy in the past. And the landscape architect has incorporated my wishes. The space in the backyard, behind the garage, is dedicated for my garden. I want the children to love vegetables as much as I do and what better way than to nurture and grow vegetables themselves? Yet the lemon tree I owned for 5 years is still nothing more than a few sparse twigs.

Living the way I want to live- peaceful, organized, will require change in every one's behavior. Am I being unrealistic?