Tired. Ugh. I should really be in bed right now instead of tapping put a post here. But some post is better than no post.
I finished the bathroom. I tiled, reputed, and sealed twice. I had the contractor come and caulk it all as well as rethread the wainscot. I painted the walls a light grey. I sanded and painted the wood part of the vanity a dark grey. I moved all the stuff back into the bathroom and went through it all. I was the shower liner and rehung it (I used to just throw the plastic ones away …adding unnecessary waste to landfills when all you have to do is throw it in with your bleached whites. Anyway. I am done done done.
I am shy about people looking at it because I am afraid they really think it looks crappy and don’t have the heart to tell me because it would make me feel terrible. On the other hand, I put a
A lot of work into that bathroom and am so glad it’s done. It looks so much better….and I think I might be able to use those cool owl decals I saw at target a month or two ago…..
I hired a babysitter who the girls absolutely love because she is creative and energetic and imaginative along with them. They didn t even notice me slipping off to the basement so that I CPU
D finish painting. Well, actually Morella did check up on me but never came down, and Neeners seemed to have forgotten I existed. Amazing! She will be coming again tomorrow so I can work more on getting the house ready for Morella’s birthday party this Sunday.
Painting dirty, disgusting ceilings is difficult …but oh so worth it. I am bringing the blue carpet in my room downstairs tomorrow to add to the other blue area rug..and heck, it might even look like poor mans wall to wall carpeting.
I had a big fight with my Mom and subsequently Tim about my side of the family and the choices everyone makes. I was so upset about it that I cried a bunch. Tim took the girls with him for a few hours put to the farm office and I had sme quiet time with Soren. Later on, when the new babysitterwas here, chatty Morella made sure to tell her that I cried, and that I didn’t tell her the truth in why. Where did she get this…tell the truth…business? Sheesh. And also, thanks Morella for being so chatty. Geez. I guess Mom crying is a big deal though. They never see it.
I finally washed Falkors dog bed blankets. Man they were stinky. Enough to bowl you over. Not I just gotta get those cat boxes under control. I hate cat pee smell.
I returned Laima’s tile cutter and materials tonight and got a tour of her house and works in progress. Oh how I love her house, and her projects. I walked away with some new to me clothes, a mobile (I love mobiles), hand printed original art cards, and bracelets for the girls. I am going to wrap them up. At this point anything I am getting will be wrapped up for a birthday or Christmas present. I need to to lay put all the gifts and stuff and figure out what I have and what I need to get.
I am reconsidering my plans for Thanksgiving. I think we might just stay here and do pur own, and then go and visit my brother sometime over the weekend. I don’t know. I am a little heartbroken over the whole thing. I really want to be a martyr and not do anything. Just fucking cancel it and my expectations of what it is and should be. I feel like my involvement in any way, shape or form right now is an inconvience to everyone in someway. I should just get a frozen Turkey Banquent dinner and be done with it.