I know--I skipped yesterday's entry. I wonder how many people even noticed! Haha ! Not like this is cliffhanger stuff or anything! :-)
Anyway, I was getting ready to type my post last evening when Steve called me. It seems that the kids' water-wars outside had doused his bag of mortar that was to repair the outside of our basement walls which are covered in a layer of mortar. (like stucco) The bottom half all around the back and parts of the sides had chipped away, leaving the black tar exposed. Now that the mortar bag was wet the job had to get done now! So, I changed clothes and dragged my tired body outside to slap around some mortar. Turns out that it wasn't too hard. A lot of sitting and slapping. I even rather liked it. (I also like mudding drywall; something about spreading mud around that makes me happy--I don't know--I think my weirdness is pretty well documented anyway.)
My main activity of the day was to reclaim the house! What a mess it has become. The kids help, of course, but kid-clean isn't Mom-clean and I knew that the living room would be overwhelming to them. The kitchen was a mess, which I hate. The Living room, where the packed items have accumulated, was full of boxes and stuff to go into boxes and then the usual mess besides the things Steve is using to lay tile in the entryway. Tools, boxes, screws, paper instruction manuals, miscellaneous items waiting to be packed, out of season clothes boxes, and all mixed with a few toys and the odd item of clothing (that always perplexes me--laundry in the Living room. No one gets dressed in there!) That room alone took me almost three hours! Yikes! But it looked better when I was done. Steve's first words when he came home were, "This looks good in here!" It didn't, really. The boxes were still there, just more orderly. The tools were contained. But it did look much better!
Today I don't know what my plan is. Except for priming the front steps and railings. And then there is the usual: schoolwork, meals, laundry...