You know you're either hormonal or completely overwhelmed by life when you find yourself in the full-blown ugly cry when you're watching the newest American Girl movie and NiaVardalos (playing Mama to sweet McKenna) tells her daughter that "sometimes it's okay to be overwhelmed and that it's okay to ask for help."
It's not often that the sight of a paint brush (or three paint brushes) can make me cry. But this week... basically it was the perfect storm of chaos. My kids went off to day camp, forcing us back into morning routines, which, let me just say, is the stupidest idea I ever had, being that we had slid into major summer relaxation mode and I doubt we'll be recovered by the time school begins again. Ha! Also, our contractor finally fit us in and showed up (surprise!) this week of all weeks, shortly after I'd decided to finish painting trim since the hoodlums would be gone all day, and taped everything off. I nearly died, though I was also very happy to finally get this thing going. We are 80% finished at this point, and I might only have to mop my floors once more to rid our house of all the dust. (grin) How quickly you forget what even the tiniest remodeling project does to your home. We are loving the new wall and doors, however!
And side note on that... will someone please slap me right now because in order to shave costs on the bid, we (I) agreed to paint the french doors, drywall, bead board, touch-ups and trim myself. Yes. I am an idiot. And I'm done whining now. I promise.
Last week, (pre-construction and when I was still of semi-sane mind) I bought my kids $10.00 desks at the Goodwill (they are so cute- just wait) and told them that I'd help them paint them along with a tiny narrow dresser that we planned to use in our Office/Den/Spare room reno. I haven't touched their desks, but they have sanded and primed them all by themselves, which was actually pretty hysterical to behold. While they did that, I worked my butt off. (Sadly, not literally.) I fell in love with this little dresser. I know you're all wondering why I didn't keep the darling brass handles. I admit, it was a tough decision. Who doesn't love brass these days? (Bwahahahahaaha!)
I knew right away that it wanted to be turquoise and have little vintage pulls. So that's one project (out of 300) that is finally finished. Whew. The only other item we purchased for this room was a bed. It arrives this week and I can't wait to put everything back together in here again!
I must say too... that after reflecting a bit, I do believe the kicker to my tears were the fact
that my son kind of found a little "girlfriend" at camp. He was very sweet and respectful about it telling me that they weren't really girlfriend and boyfriend but she was very pretty and nice and he could tell that she liked him a lot. However... and this is new...He kept talking about her every night, telling me stories and relaying conversations, and I wanted to stick my fingers in my ears and go "Nahnahnahnah Mommy can't hear you."
And my daughter baked an entire
batch of brownies with zero help from her mother.
My babies... they
are not babies anymore.... and I am not ready.
So though I should probably be putting the second coat of paint on the new trim and doors, I'm going to sit on the couch at the encouragement of my man, and do nothing for the rest of the night.