My kitchen counters are awful. AWFUL old lady pinkish marble-ish, with silver piping, fifties style, but not retro and cute. Just fifties. And they pile up. No flat surface in this house can stay clear more than 1/2 a day.
They'll be replaced within the year. Until then, I don't have to worry about setting hot pots or pans on them, nicking them. Who cares about them! They are practically disposable!
I'm drowning in this house. Suffocating. I can't keep up with it. As I stood on the precipice of this life, I'm certain I didn't say, "Gee. I'd love to be a full time housekeeper."
HT doesn't give a rip if the house is messy, and most of the time I don't care either. There is much creativity happening here. He is always willing to help if I ask. Willing without any sort of resentment or attitude. If I ask.
The needs! The constant demands! "Mommy, I'm still hungry." Shut up you are not I just fed you an hour ago.
Healthy boy. Great appetite.
If I could just get new counter tops, it would solve a lot of problems. Don't get me started on the basement. Still torn up. Will be for a long time to come. It was supposed to be a play room. A playroom would solve a lot of problems.
We have plenty of room without a playroom. It is a spacious house. And did I mention affordable? Real estate in Cleveland is affordable. Truly.
The two main floors are okay. Besides the kitchen. Oh, and except for the computer area, where there is dust and piles of papers. Also, the shelves which host the children's things, games, puzzles, blocks, markers, glue. That area is a mess.
This area is just going to be messy. Lots happening there. Get over it.
My attic office is not a mess, but it's not my color. It's baby blue. My color is yellow. And the floors are wood and old and unfinished, giving it a rustic look. Sick of rustic. Sick of baby blue. Need a new floor, and paint. Yellow paint. It would solve a lot of problems.
So I'll buy a couple gallons of paint. Today.
The kid's rooms, I can live with. Pink. Purple. Their dresser tops are so cluttered. They both need shelves. Shelves would solve a lot of problems.
So I'll get some shelves. Soon.
Let's not talk about the bathroom. Let's just not even go there.
Yes, lets not even go there.
Riley went back to school yesterday and Seth is going back today.
The doctor said he just has bruising between the bone plates=NO CAST!
Ten days home with children. Too much. LET ME OUT!!!
Many people would go mad at their job if they did it 10 days in a row non stop with just a small break here or there.
Especially in such a crappy house. Did I tell you about my awful kitchen counters? They are pinkish. If I could just replace the counter tops...
It's not a crappy house at all. It's a fine house, with endless opportunities for improvement. We may not be able to afford everything we'd like to do for it this minute, but we are able to afford therapeutic riding lessons, therapeutic martial arts, therapeutic day camp this summer, etc. We've always been able to provide what our kids need.
And Thai food. We are able to afford Thai food. Every other Monday.
Life really isn't so bad.