It was a weekend of forced labor at my house. Well, I forced myself to labor to clear some of the looming tasks on my “to do” list.
While staying at my friend’s beach house a few weeks ago, I realized that his second home was better organized than my first (and only) home, shamed me into making some improvements.
Ben had to work on Saturday, so I was left alone with a three-year-old. Naturally, I decided to paint the bathroom, which has been various stages of painting prep for several weeks.
It went reasonably well, given my lack of skills and choice in assistant. Nora really was so patient and kept herself occupied almost the whole time.
I almost like the color under natural light. Not so much under incandescent. Oh well. Now someone taller than me needs to come and paint the ceiling. Lots of little “Egg Blue” roller marks to cover over.
In addition to painting, groceries were purchased, elusive water bottles and lunch bags were tracked down, tulip bulbs were planted, chicken coop windows were sealed, the house was tidied, cabinets were organized and meatloaf was cooked. On Sunday, Ben even fixed the kitchen light, so I no longer need to wear a miner’s lamp on my head while I cook dinner.
I’m feeling pretty smug.