So, as I have mentioned, this life is pretty crazy.
I am good, until I am not. The “not” usually occurs when something- any significant thing- happens out of the norm and causes the juggling act to loose its balance and then something topples to the floor. From there, it is just a comedy of errors that follows as I try to regain some sense of normalcy.
With that in mind, I have entered into the next phase to try to get the house together. The first occurred prior to the girls getting here, and I was on a proverbial rampage trying to update the basics and make this a place we could call our own. After the girls arrived, the focus has been on settling into our new routine, getting involved in school and just trying to make the best out of every day. Now, the dust has settled some, and the next phase is underway.
Phase II started with getting some paint work done. The family room is two stories, and there was no way I could have done this myself, so I saved up the money to hire a painter. They came in and did a nice job, although in my haste I realized I chose the wrong shade of green for the accent wall surrounding the fire place. The painters agreed to come back out and re-do the wall for me, which was very sweet. I had Monday off work, so it was perfect timing. They finished the job (which would have taken me about 3 hours) in about 20 minutes, but on their way out, they accidently left a large green paint spot… on the back of the white couch. I immediately whipped off the slipcover and broke out the bleach. Needless to say, that spot is there to stay.
Since I had the day off, I figured it was also perfect timing to have the new fridge delivered as well. When I moved to Georgia I took what I had in the moment, and that would have been our beer fridge that we used to keep in the garage. This fridge, bless it’s heart, is just not cut out to be the everyday fridge for a family; it is small in size, has wire shelves that promotes a lot of items being tipped over, and the door barely seals. I found a floor model on clearance and was excited about the delivery. That was, until the crew left behind a huge stain on the carpet from where they let the hand truck rest mid-move. Ugh. Time to break out the hydrogen-peroxide (this works great as a carpet cleaner, by the way) and get to work. This was a nice combination with the paint/bleach smell already circling in the air.
Now that the fridge was in place, it was time to unload all of the fridge contents that I had placed in laundry baskets. The items had been out a short while, and it was rainy that day, so the bottles and jars were covered in condensation. Mid way through my hands proved a little slippery, and therefore I should not have been surprised when the large jar of pickles fell from my hands and shattered all over the floor. There were definite swear words that followed. The strong scent of vinegar that permeated through the kitchen to connect with the paint/bleach/ hydrogen peroxide combo that was already simmering like a witch’s brew in the family room soon took over the entire downstairs.
Nice.
Did I mention it wasn’t even dinner time yet?
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