The first day of the new room project is over. I’m having trouble typing… I can barely move my arms. Hammering nails into concrete is really difficult. And I hammered at least four of them before I passed the job on to someone else. My parents came to help. It was so sweet. They drove…
This weekend we’re working on a big, BIG project.
My poor little (or not so little…sniff-sniff) 11 year old doesn’t have a place for a bed. We re-arranged the bedrooms a couple of months ago and since then he’s been sleeping on a sleeping mat
It took almost the whole weekend, but we did it. We finished this crazy project. Me and my bright ideas, “Let’s just spend a couple of Saturdays replacing the floors in the kids’ room,” I said. “It will be easy,” “Let’s open up the bathroom while we’re at it.” “We’ll have such a great time…
As we worked and worked to get the new floors down we held fast to the knowledge that we were getting closer to having this project behind us. Boy’s room….check! Girl’s room number one….check! Girl’s room number two….check Girl’s bathroom….uh…..no. Why? Because when we pulled up the old flooring we noticed moisture around the toilet….