from the Because We're Idiots file

When we decided to take our house off the market several weeks ago, I guess we also decided to embrace the fact that we are staying put at least another year. Which is quite fine by me, I really do love our house.

For instance, we've talked for several years about how we need to re-paint our downstairs living space. Which just feels overwhelming because it's a large area and I basically become paralyzed when deciding anything *final.* As in, Once this color is on the wall, we're living with it come hell or high water. It also means having things out of place and trying to keep the kids out of wet paint for however long it takes. Ugh. Shoot me now.

Thanks to the Sherwin Williams Labor Day paint sale, we made a decision on a lovely shade of gray and went for it.

But thanks to the innovative decorators who lived here before us (8 years ago) we have to prime all kinds of stuff, including the ceiling that they thought should also be the mint green that was on the walls.

This is a job that we (ackhem, Steve) are doing on our own. So, basically, its an *after the kids go to bed* kind of thing. Translate, start at 8:30 end at an ungodly hour.

The first night, Steve was up until 12:30 priming the ceiling. I would like to give myself credit for helping prime the edges. I did a fine job if I do say so myself.

We're thinking at the rate we're going, we should be done sometime in October. Which is fine with me but is killing Steve.

And of course there's the usual kid stuff to deal with.

More noodles went on the chair than in the tummy that night.

Yeah, we're idiots. But its who we are, its what we do!