The boys have been away at camp this week, and for months I've dreamed about all the great things I would accomplish in their absence.
I was going to paint the trim in my living room. New brushed nickel curtain rods, purchased at least 2 years ago and now waiting forlornly in the basement, would replace these stupid, red, warped wooden rods I have now.
Maybe paint the upstairs bathroom, which has needed painting for at least 5 years now. Put in a new heater to replace the one turned rusty from too much poorly aimed boy-pee.
I was going to finish the playroom while the boys were still relatively young; prep and paint the trim, get a rug, a new curtain and a couple of chairs.
I was going to complete the caricature of my niece and her fiance for their wedding reception and get it matted.
I would train for at least 15 and 12 miles, back to back days.
At the very least, I was going to shampoo the carpet.
Well.
They return tomorrow. This is what I've done.
Oh, yeah. I also got a new fridge. It's cool. I like it.
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2 comments:
LOL what a parallel universe we live in Carey.
So instead of just resigning myself to the fact that I would not accomplish anything and ENJOY the quiet time (read a book, go to the pool, shop)...I've accomplished nothing and berated myself and felt guilty about it. Typical female behavior!
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