Friday was my Prepare-to-Move-Upstairs day. Cleaning, shopping, and craziness. As I wrote a friend:
I’m sitting down to eat luninner (lunch + dinner) after a day consisting of the following:
1 trip to Target
1 trip to Lowe’s
1 trip to Walmart
1 trip to McDonald’s to feed child (he loved it)
1 diaper checked; 1 mother hedging her bets
1 trip back to Lowe’s
1 diaper changed
1 child not napping
2 upstairs closets cleaned
2 major plaster crumble jobs discovered
2 upstairs bedroom floors cleaned
1 bucket of wall compound borrowed from contractor
1 more trip to Lowe’s (that’s 3 total, if you’re counting)
1 diaper changed
1 sprinkler started on grass seed
2 plaster crumble jobs plastered back up
1 husband to be home late on important happy hour business with colleague
1 child fed milk, cheese, sunflower seeds, 2 graham crackers, 1 Oreo cookie, 1 banana, and some tortilla chips
1 mama fed leftover black bean soup from freezer
Notice the foray into corporate America, including a Mommy-Benny date to Mickey-Ds. He’s such a good kid for taking me out. I didn’t even mind paying.
To my amazement, I both managed to get out that evening for a bit of sanity and, when I came home, work on the novel. Naturally I had no serious plan to write on Friday, but inspiration struck, and 430 words is 430 words more than I had. A little victory!
Alright, already, blah, blah, blah, cut to the chase, lady. I bet you want to see some pictures.
The Boy’s bedroom:
The middle bedroom - once a shower room, now a temporary storage unit:
Rediscovering a Montessori-style toy given to him by his godparents:
We also painted the office after moving the beds out. A little floor repair and another coat of poly and we can move the bookcases and the books into the office. That means all the boxes lining the living room walls can finally, finally go bye-bye. There are boxes of books that have not been unpacked since before our marriage, going on eight years ago. And they will be unpacked. Oh, yes, they shall.
In other news… (lo siento, I need to work on transitions)… our son is obsessed with “Moses, Supposes” from Singing in the Rain. Enjoy.