I called him after taking the kids to McDonalds and on my way to Starbucks. I couldn't go home yet because the cleaning lady was still there doing her thing. I wanted to report that I'd heard from our former daycare provider and that she would be happy to take the kids for the full day tomorrow. This would leave me free to complete the painting of our bedroom, which has been a work in progress since LAST July.
So now my bedroom looks like this:That's a big fat lie. I stole this picture from the HGTV website. I'm awful about taking before and afters.
Anyway, our bedroom albeit small is now a lovely deep merlot. The floors are refinished and the furniture is in a more pleasing arrangement. I'm having our ivory and black toile duvet cleaned and will eventually get matching window treatments.
I was so pleased by nearly completing the LAST ROOM IN OUR HOUSE that I actually stopped to take stock and realize how much I like our little house. Sure, I want a bigger bedroom and my own bathroom and I'd love a family room on the first floor but I live in a house nicer than the one I grew up in and I've managed to inject so much of our personality into it in a relatively short period.
But more importantly, I'm raising my kids in this HOME with a husband that understands the importance of once-a-month cleaning ladies, not cooking, and mental health days from my own children. And I have a smile this big: