Oh my god. Before we can move into the townhouse that we are going to rent ... we have to paint it. Or more like, I HAVE TO PAINT IT!
Ryan is busy with work, and by the end of the day he wants to come home, not stay there and paint. So I have been going to work with him and trying to do most of the painting myself. I am proud of myself because I actually have done most of the painting myself. When Ryan and I are both there, he tapes and edges whatever we are painting, and then I roll it. My back and shoulders are killing me. And we have accomplished almost nothing.
The townhouse is two story, two bedroom, one and a half-bath. Two huge hall closets (one up and one downstairs). So we have all the ceilings done upstairs, including the closets, and now all that is left is the walls, trim, and doors. We have to paint it all!
Or ... well ... I have to paint it all.
Yesterday I went and did all of what will be Joey's room, including two coats of paint on the trim, and cleaning up the huge spill that I had. It's mostly cleaned up, but it was in the MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR.
Not like I can just put her bed over it, huh? But then again, I CAN give thanks that they are also putting in new carpet. But it could be a little while, because they are waiting till all the painting is done to even order it. Wonder why ...
Today? I am somewhat taking a break. I have taken stock of all the aches and pains and sore muscles, and decided that I am taking a break. Ryan says, "Cool, since you are going to be home, here is a list of people we need to call, and some boxes that I picked up for packing. Have a good day." Then he loads the boxes into middle of the living room floor, and breezes out the door to "work." Grrrr.
But he is right, and in spite of my body's protests, the stuff has to be done. So I packed a few boxes, and now I am chilling for a bit. I am in no real hurry ... it will get done. I am sore everywhere, and so exhausted that my vision is blurry and I have a mild ache in the head. I am planning to get Joey some lunch, get her to bed, and then I really have a lot to do. Most of my days work is squished into the few hours that she is down for a nap, because then I can get it done without her underfoot. So once she is down, I gotta take out the trash, move all the boxes to my room so she'll stop playing with them,, and sometime I need to take shower. Then? Clean the apartment so that I can make sense of what to pack next.
Wish me luck?
I miss you guys so much though ...
