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June 01, 2006
So Freaking Busy
I should be posting about all the exciting goings-on, but I'm too knee deep in said goings-on to deal with posting about them. Suffice to say we are documenting all of the various messes we are making (and hopefully the wondrous cleanups to follow). I was really hoping Adam would get around to posting before-and-after pictures so that I wouldn't have to. The bathroom is obliterated. The carpets are in a heap in the garage. The funky smell is gone. We are scratching our heads about the floors- they look great in most of the house, but are a little fucked up in the living room. Adam is a little afraid of the sweat equity involved in refinishing them ourselves. I said, "eh. Throw rugs. Save pennies. Hire someone next year." We've ordered a refrigerator and are now fretting over the cheapest place to buy bathroom fixtures. The tile guy, after disappearing from the face of the earth due to a move, accidental phone disconnect, and simultaneous cell phone in the washing machine incident, reappeared and managed to get a message to us yesterday. This is all happening so fast and it's just. so. exhausting.
They tell me it will be worth it in the end. I, of course, get the more glamourous end of the renovations. While Adam is sweating pulling up carpet tack strips and gutting bathrooms, I am online ordering attractive lighting fixtures and planning jaunts to Ikea for window treatments. I really want to do the painting. We're painting the living room orange. Isn't that fucked up??? I've always wanted to do something like that, and here we are. Liberated from bland blah cream colored apartment complex walls.
The other thing happening 'round here is that the Bug has Definitely Been Exposed to Chicken Pox. It's a mixed blessing. It will be good to have it over with (if she comes down with it), and will eliminate the need to agonize over giving her the vaccine. But on the other hand, waiting in dread for a feverish, cranky, itchy kid is not on my list of fun things to do.
And with all this going on I need to find some Art Time. Both for a couple of jobs I have to work on, and just for me. We'll see. Off to open a cold beer. (and drink it).