I've spent the last two days in a basement dungeon trying to paint some ugly plywood walls. Have you ever painted plywood? Cause if you haven't, and you're thinking of it, my best advice is to not to.
I'm five gallons in and can't turn back now- but you can save yourselves, Peanuts!
In the meantime.
My mom is superheroing on, helping paint and taking Littles on grand excursions while I do plywood torture in the dungeon.
And J? Has started residency in earnest. It's been such a nice, long, three year break since we last did this that I almost forgot. But I'm getting reminded of what the coming years will be like.
Here is how I know that J is really back in residency:
1) I am awakened in the dark by a kiss on the cheek and have no idea whether he's just getting home, or leaving for work.
2) sometimes his dinner sits on the back of the stove for three hours before he gets home to eat it
3) sometimes it sits on the stove for three hours before I wrap it up and put it in the fridge for tomorrow.
4) he gets home one night just in time to give the Sisters a goodnight hug in their beds. Eventually I go looking for him and find him sprawled on the floor in their room, fast asleep on top of a giant pink teddy bear.
5) the three-year-old asks when he's coming back from "vacation".
Yeah, sorry Miss. Vacation is over.
I'm five gallons in and can't turn back now- but you can save yourselves, Peanuts!
In the meantime.
My mom is superheroing on, helping paint and taking Littles on grand excursions while I do plywood torture in the dungeon.
And J? Has started residency in earnest. It's been such a nice, long, three year break since we last did this that I almost forgot. But I'm getting reminded of what the coming years will be like.
Here is how I know that J is really back in residency:
1) I am awakened in the dark by a kiss on the cheek and have no idea whether he's just getting home, or leaving for work.
2) sometimes his dinner sits on the back of the stove for three hours before he gets home to eat it
3) sometimes it sits on the stove for three hours before I wrap it up and put it in the fridge for tomorrow.
4) he gets home one night just in time to give the Sisters a goodnight hug in their beds. Eventually I go looking for him and find him sprawled on the floor in their room, fast asleep on top of a giant pink teddy bear.
5) the three-year-old asks when he's coming back from "vacation".
Yeah, sorry Miss. Vacation is over.
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