But no less bizarre than watching the news.
Then we went to Menard's and got ceiling paint and some other things and came home and he painted the ceiling in the family room. There was a damaged spot from many years ago, who knows why. And there were the traces of the mud Tim and Julia sprayed all over the ceiling some years ago in a wild, muddy, mitten shaking incident.
It was 60 degrees out. Yes, in mid-February. I don't know what to say about it.
The windows were open while I was working this afternoon.
And this--the curtains from over the stairway were washed and hung out to dry.
And then Elin snatched one of the curtains off the line and dragged it through the mud so it had to be washed again.
Then she dug a hole, and the kids had to give her a bath. She also chewed on my grandma's clothespin bag, but we saved it in time.
This is all that's left of the snow, just a dog piss glacier of some kind.
Over the stairway is definitely the hardest part of this job.
She was worried, paced and whined. That's paint on her whiskers.
Julia, my baby:
Heidi arrived about the time I finished working to drop of p.j. for a Friday sleepover, best day of the week, always.
There was some wildness and wrassling in the family room. Gotta have some of that, Grandpa and the Bear Child.
And that's the end of that.
Time to see if kids are in bed.
The living room ceiling awaits tomorrow.
And the dining room wall and the hallway.
I love you, Buddy.
Tomorrow we'll go out for dinner and celebrate this fine anniversary of ours.
Nothing but love, Val, aka MOM, aka Grandma
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