A weekend in bullet points
January 22, 2007
because who has time for developed paragraphs, punctuation, and segues.
–My computer has decided it hates me and now freezes up constantly. Oh it will tease me and zip along for 30 seconds before deciding that it needs a rest.
–We installed our new hardwood floor on Saturday, after spending the entire day encouraging the kids to just sit down and watch some tv already with unprecedented unfettered access, which they were not interested in, OF COURSE. Much more fun to ask when we will be finished every 3.5 minutes.
–Discovered that once again those will any ability to help are not the ones who want to help. My 2 and 3 yr olds were more than happy to “help” and throw random boards to me, usually when I wasn’t looking. And as annoyed as I was, watching them trying to help so earnestly was too cute.
–Some people say that they know there is a God, feel His presence when monumental things happen in their life. Like the birth of their children, near death experience, or the like. I had my moment this weekend. When we disovered that laying our wood floor across the 24ft and an inch or so room, that we never had to make a cut. (except for around the platform where the wood stove is located) We were able to to just lay the boards down. I turned to my husband at one point and said, “There is a God. And he loves me.” To wit he replied, “No, maybe he loves me.” Eh, whatever. I still reap the benefits.
–Today we kept smelling something that was really horrible. We could not pinpoint what it was.
We had moved the couch into the breakfast room and the smell seemed to be around it… or the kitchen sink… or the layndryroom. We couldn’t decide. Finally, I lost my ever loving mind, or what was left of it, and demanded that we get rid of the couch, RIGHT THEN AND THERE. The kids wanted to see if there was some sort of dead mouse inside the couch, so I flipped the couch over and let them slice open the bottom with knives. I stood a safe distance away on top of the benches in case there was some sort of mutant half decomposed, yet still alive, animal in there waiting to lunge at the first throat it saw. We found lots of crumbs, lots of change, a few small toy pieces, but no decomposing animals. I didn’t care, the couch smelled. Out the back door it went.
A hour or so later my husband discovered that it was the sponge in our kitchen sink that smelled. I threw it out the back door on top of the couch.
–The family room is completely empty. I keep going in there and staring at the shiny floor. I have never had a brand new shiny wood floor. We have only had the refinished 100+ year old floors, which while nice, are not the same. This floor shows every crumb and fingerprint, or foot print. Therefore I have made a new rule. The children are not allowed in the room unless they wear those furniture/chair pad things on their feet. Or maybe I can invent some sort of swiffer slippers… they can clean as they play. Not that they are allowed to play with anything or do anything in there, except perhaps make shadow puppets.
– I had said that once the floor was down I would roll around on it naked, that was how happy I would be. But it is way too cold for that. I told Rob to just imagine that I was doing it. And also imagine me looking like I did 15 years ago.
– Rob kept giving me “helpful” instructions on the way that his friend, let’s call him Steve, paints. Apparently Steve is some sort of painting “expert” Steve is full of good advice and suggestions. After a day or so of hearing this “helpful” advice, I finally said that he was free to take Steve’s advice and paint the damn rooms himself. Steve doesn’t “let” his wife paint. I wish I was as smart as she is and could figure out how to get my husband to not “allow” me to paint.
— If you are waiting for an email from me, I’ll get to it one day. My computer is going to work with my husband where his IT guy will bring it home and work on it, for a tidy sum. I know I promised to get to everyone who left me a comment on my delurking post. I was really good at the beginning… and then really good at the end.
Those of you smack dab in the middle are just like Jan Brady. Overlooked and seemingly ignored. But loved just as much. The beginning of the comments I was all excited and over anxious. Then I had to get back to my life and shower and stuff. Oh yeah and take care of all those kids. The the last hundred or so commenters were all, “I know you’ll never reply to me because I am so far down on the list” and I was compeled to email and say, “Yes, Yes I will! See!”
– I’d love to share photos, but see the first bullet point.
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