Life has been tedious lately. Go to work, come home and work on the house, work work work. We're trying to get things done before The Descent (aka 10 relatives come to visit & I go elsewhere until they leave). Hubby made great progress on the laundry room floor this weekend. The old floor was 15-year old vinyl, and I think a previous owner had some sort of dog crate in the laundry room. I swear I could smell something animal-ish, plus there were all these yellow stains on the vinyl. Ick. We are the proud owners of a pretty tile floor now. It's done but not done done - i.e., the baseboards still need to be put back, the door needs to be trimmed on the bottom (the tile comes up higher than the vinyl did), the appliances need to be hooked up, some drywall needs to be repaired from when the hubby was a tad too rambunctious pulling up plywood, etc.
Last Thursday I finished painting the basement. That was a big space that took 5 gallons of paint and 2-3 coats of paint. I'm going to start the hallway this week. Hopefully it will only take 1 coat since the new color is pretty much the same as the old color. The paint job is original from when the house was built, like the vinyl in the laundry room, and it's starting to look rough.
It's going to be a busy few months. I don't like busy. I like laying around like a bum. I do that well: no schedules, no huge to-do list, plenty of staring out the window and dancing with Julia.
Speaking of Julia, it's hard to believe she's almost two years old. The first year went excrutiatingly slow. Colic + eating issues + constant screaming = time seemed to stand still. This past year has been a lot better. Lots of smiles and learning going on. More than her fair share of screaming still, but we're working on it.
I suppose I should call it a night. I did a bit of taping off in preparation for painting this week and had a late night snack with Julia in my bed. She went to bed at her normal time, but she's had a hard time getting to sleep lately. I put her to bed at 7:15pm, and then at 8:15pm she started yelling that she wanted water. I go to get her water, and she wants crackers too. And she wants out. So I got her some water & a handful of crackers & we sat in my bed. I did a slideshow of Julia pictures for her while she ate some crackers (hey, extra calories!) and she drank some water. Then we tackled each other and argued over Squishy.
Squishy has been my pillow since I was little. It is/was a feather pillow that's seen MUCH better days. It's a deflated little thing that's not really a pillow, per se, but rather something soft you hold while your head is on a real pillow. Anyway, this pillow and I are best buds. Well, as you might expect, Julia has taken to MY pillow. So whenever she sees it, "Squishy...mine!" Oh no, little girl, Squishy is MINE! So, yeah, it was a small argument/tug-of-war over a pillow. I anticipate it won't be the last argument over whose Squishy is.