I feel like a productive chicken with its head cut-off. I put coat number two of mud on the kitchen this morning (I did take plenty off of the floor and counters while cleaning). Hubby is getting very anxious to get some of this stuff done. I haven't started swearing at him yet, but there are days. It will be nice to have a real coat of paint on the kitchen walls. But that wont happen for a couple of weeks yet. I should get it done before our next set of visitors, so that will be very nice. Next week I get to spend camping with a bunch of teenage girls. I had hoped to get out of it, since I'm now working with younger girls and not the teenagers, but alas, I'm stuck. It will be fun, but I'm a little nervous about leaving my house with Hubby. I'm not sure, but I don't think I've ever left him home alone before. Poor kid, I don't know how he will survive. Fuzzy is going to go "make friends" with some neighbors during the day. At least that is what we are hoping, we'll see how adventurous she gets.
I'm having a hard time getting stuff done on my paying projects. Its frustrating and I wont get anything done next week, which is just dismaying. I had wanted to finish two of them up this week before I left and I just don't know if I'm going to make it or not. I sure miss the days of waking up and saying, hmmm, what shall I do today, what would I like to do. sigh. Back to work . . . .
16 years ago
