I woke up at 4:30a.m. to go to the gym. I stepped out my front door to find a flood of water coming from around my house and running down the street. I instantly thought of some words Mason said 14 hours earlier… “MOM, I WANT TO MAKE THE HOLE IN OUR BACKYARD (THAT’S SUPPOSED TO BE FOR THE TRAMPOLINE) INTO A SWIMMING POOL”. And I distinctly remember my response was “YOU BETTER NOT FILL UP THAT HOLE WITH WATER!”. And what Mason must have heard was …. “Blah-be-blah-be-blah-be-blah” (You know like Charly Brown’s teacher). Because I ran to the back door to find the hole filled, and the whole backyard flooded! Lovely, can’t wait for that water bill! ANYONE WANT TO COME OVER FOR A DIP???
But the die-hard I am I still went to the gym. We walked in, and five minutes after getting there, my workout partner has a Kidney Stone Attack! Never had one…never wish to after what I witnessed. So off to the hospital we went (30 minutes from our house). After an hour and a half in the ER with her, we had to return home to our responsibilities (kids and jobs) in her car! Seriously makes you feel awesome, not only leaving a suffering person, but in their own car! But we did arrange a ride home for her, and in my defense I did watch her daycare kiddos for her since she was out of commission.
Then we spent the day doing this: Auditioning for hoarders…ok not really…but starting our new floors.
After moving furniture, tearing up carpet, watching extra kids in this mad house, I wanted to quit even when we were this far:
Rich caught me laying on the job!
Our hands are full of splinters, and our knees are bruised from kneeling…BUT IT’S COMING ALONG!
AND YES…I know there’s something off about my curtains. That’s because there’s something off in the reasoning in my head. I bought two different sizes…but once the couch is back in place no one will notice. Well except for all of you that just read this post. Just don’t mention is, I’m already really struggling with it!
