All Work and No Play Makes Something Something
I’m giving 20 internet kudos to whoever gets the reference.
Anyway I am officially sick of cleaning (for what it’s worth, no- nothing is messy enough to warrant almost a week’s worth of cleaning I’m attempting at organization). Between me and kiddo we have a lot of stuff.
Mostly things that were too large and unused. I’ve finally gotten the crib down and into the attic, and made a couch out of some other things I had laying about (so not kidding).
Next thing- the windows need to be painted and dressed. They were all redone not too long ago, and I’ve just been slacking on that end.
I’ve also found that I may in fact be allergic to the process*. I’ve hurt my foot to the point where I couldn’t walk and butchered the middle joint in my middle finger. Having to explain to someone that I’m not flipping them off, I just can’t close it isn’t fun (and I really don’t think they bought it).
Oddly, while I’ve not been posting here or at my other blog I have been still working. So, really that’s something. Today should be about the last of it all, at least if I don’t stumble upon any more troves of art stuff. Which is why it’s taken me this long. I keep finding things I put away before Kiddo was born, and now don’t want to forget about them again.
*Injuries are totally the new sneezing and hives.
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