Friday, June 02, 2006

Tired... part two

Actually painted the ceiling in the master bedroom today, but my arms weren't very cooperative. I;m sure I would have gotten more done if they hadn't been so wigged out by the wallpaper scraping marathon of yesterday....

So once I got the ceiling done, I went to work on things I didn't have to hold my arms up for. Like painting the closet in Z's room. Just the bottom half. I haven't even looked at the shelf or what might be on it. After my husband and son left, brother Matt arrived and we went to work in the kitchen. He ripped out all the old shelf paper. Under the sticky blue paper was a hideous orange that may date back to the original house owners (42 years ago!!!!). I tackled the refridgerator with hot, sudsy water. Everything was going fine until I got to the hydrator. I opened it up and it was full of.... petrified apples. In various stages of petrification. This I don't understand... if you open the hydrator and see that your apples are beginning to look more like prunes, wouldn't you take them out rather than adding new ones? We dumped the lot, but it was with great trepidation that I opened the other hydrator drawer. Nothing. But I did see a shadow in the meat keeper. I said, "Matt - I'm scared. Would YOU open the meat drawer?" My hero found an unopened package of egg roll wrappers...

Tomorrow is a big day (I think). Planning on an early start, painting (what else). Hubby is pulling up the nasty family room carpet (dogs have lived on it for years). Z will be farmed out as much as possible. His godmother has volunteered to have him come to her house for a while. He's so excited and wants to help, but at 7 years old he's mostly just underfoot and making a mess or a lot of noise. Definitely not helpful. I'll have to find something for him to do tomorrow that won't make me want to scream (which I feel like I've done a lot of in the last couple of days). Poor kid.

2 comments:

Janet said...

There have been times I have cleaned out my boyfriend's bachelor pad of a house with something official covering my nose and mouth like a mask you use when painting.

I so wish I was kidding about that.

Sayre said...

I've done that for boyfriends before... It's amazing what you can find!

The funny thing about the apples was that they didn't smell. At all (and I have an extremelyl keen nose). That's how long they'd been there.