Well, it’s official, we have a renter lined up for the yellow house --- she is moving in on the 15th. Which means I have nine days to finish all the painting. Or less than nine days, if you consider that on Thursday I’m volunteering at the school, and Friday night is Brayden’s birthday slumber party so who knows *when* I’ll get over to start on Saturday, and of course Sunday we have church all morning, then I have appointments two days next week, plus I volunteered to help with the Cupid Express every morning at school ---- all those sorts of non-urgent, but still-sucking-all-the-free-time-out-of-your-day-sorts-of-things that seem to take over the lives of mothers everywhere. All of which means I better get myself over there and start painting immediately, because those 30-minute home improvement television gurus are lying bastards when they make it look so easy and fast.
That or I’m just a really slow painter.
Or both. It could be both.