Life is sucking for me right now. I spent Friday night with a paint brush, putting two coats of primer in the two closets in the basement. Then I got up early on Saturday and put two coats of primer in my office (including the ceiling) and two coats of primer in the basement hall. Today, I got up bright and early to paint both offices, the hall, both closets, and stain two new doors. Actually, Chrissy’s mom came over and helped, but we never would have finished today if she hadn’t.
I’m so sore. My arms hurt so bad that I can’t lift my pop, and my feet hurt from climbing the damn ladder in my socks. I’m sure that I’m going to die. But, at least we’ve done as much as we can. Chrissy’s uncle Glenn will be over tomorrow to start putting up the doors and the trim.
Why are we working ourselves to death to finish the basement? Chrissy and I are going to Disneyworld on the 28th, so we need to have the basement done before we leave. I think that Glenn is going on a month-long vacation on the 1st of March too, so if the basement isn’t done by then we’re SOL… Thus, the mad scramble to get the basement done.
Because of all the work downstairs, I haven’t gotten any me-time lately. And I doubt I will this week either. I’ve got my Friday night shows Tivo’ed in the living room (I moved the Tivo box upstairs onto the big screen on Thursday), but Chrissy and I still need to go shopping for carpet for the whole downstairs, new desks for our new offices and a 16-foot-long countertop for her office (she’s getting cabinets for her scrapbook stuff). I’ll be happy when it’s all over…