Tonight I am officially bushed. Wiped. Got nada. While preparing dinner I realized that I had forgotten to take my iron pill yesterday
and this morning. Oops. I took two pills with dinner and hope to pull myself out of this downward slump sometime tomorrow. I'm not only sleepy but my extremities are heavy feeling. Slugish to the max.
These pics of tile are the old third floor kitchen flooring. We've been in our new kitchen, on the second floor, for a little over a year and a half. Cesar happily demolished the kitchen cabinets once we moved downstairs, but left the tiled flooring as is. With my mother coming for an extended stay once the girls arrive, we decided we needed to get our acts in gear and work on a new guest room for her. The old guest room will transform into the girl's nursery, the old kitchen, which was to be my craft room but really turned into my disaster room, will become the new guest room. So we've got some room switcherooing a happening here at our place. It is all developing very slowly because I am so slow and Cesar is so busy and Hugo, well, he sorta gets in the way discovering this and that becoming all excited and wanting to discuss... he gets that from me poor thing. We've got doors to be hung, pipes to be capped, painting, painting, painting, furniture to be rearranged and curtains to be sewn. Most of it is pretty exciting stuff if you ask me! I feel constrained though. I know I shouldn't be lifting or moving anything, but I do have a great pointer finger plus family and friends who would love to help but Cesar said "No." He wants to be in charge. But he really isn't here. I could've painted this week. Shhhh! Maybe I still will! (We'll see if he is reading this blog of mine or not!)
Tonight I am officially bushed. Wiped. Got nada. While preparing dinner I realized that I had forgotten to take my iron pill yesterday and this morning. Oops. I took two pills with dinner and hope to pull myself out of this downward slump sometime tomorrow. I'm not only sleepy but my extremities are heavy feeling. Slugish to the max.
These pics of tile are the old third floor kitchen flooring. We've been in our new kitchen, on the second floor, for a little over a year and a half. Cesar happily demolished the kitchen cabinets once we moved downstairs, but left the tiled flooring as is. With my mother coming for an extended stay once the girls arrive, we decided we needed to get our acts in gear and work on a new guest room for her. The old guest room will transform into the girl's nursery, the old kitchen, which was to be my craft room but really turned into my disaster room, will become the new guest room. So we've got some room switcherooing a happening here at our place. It is all developing very slowly because I am so slow and Cesar is so busy and Hugo, well, he sorta gets in the way discovering this and that becoming all excited and wanting to discuss... he gets that from me poor thing. We've got doors to be hung, pipes to be capped, painting, painting, painting, furniture to be rearranged and curtains to be sewn. Most of it is pretty exciting stuff if you ask me! I feel constrained though. I know I shouldn't be lifting or moving anything, but I do have a great pointer finger plus family and friends who would love to help but Cesar said "No." He wants to be in charge. But he really isn't here. I could've painted this week. Shhhh! Maybe I still will! (We'll see if he is reading this blog of mine or not!)
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Yeah, I'm reading...
I remember Emily calling while I was 7-mons. and I was hanging curtain rods with a power tool on a step-stool. Emily scolded me. I think a little work is necessary. Painting... I don't think I'd like to be around those fumes.
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