This table will be the death of me. What a stupid idea to think "oh let's paint a table" - how easy that rolls off the tongue. How many more brushes are we going to buy Mr Smith? How many more hours of sanding & staining & re-sanding & painting & sanding & glossing are we going to do? Did you really just tell me we're going to paint again!?!?! I resorted to coming back to my calm space. My blog. I left Mr Smith down in the basement with his newly organized lights & sander. I told him I was suffering from anxiety with his new hatched out plan. I could have easily pulled out the hatchet. So, no matter how many times Mr Smith says I will be doing this again I WILL NOT. NOT EVER. I AM NOT SAM I AM. or something to that effect. I don't do well with trial&error. I want it done. And I want it done today. I am that bratty. But look people; we haven't had a table for MONTHS.
not.a.single.table.
PS - I just realized we don't own a single Dr Seuss book. Is that crazy?? But I'm not sure I could handle reading those over & over yet. You really can't have enough children's books because it still feels like you read this book 5 times today. And Lexi can't even demand that I read yet.
PPS - we made blackberry pancakes & they were delicious. happy Saturday.
TO DO: vacuum, finish table (joke), get flu shots, laundry, shower, go to the park
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