My husband took Monday off work. He had a forced holiday on Tuesday. I still don't have a bathroom. I broke down today and bought 2 over the door towel holders for the ONE bathroom we are all sharing. I feel like I am slowly accepting that we will never have the bathroom done. I am giving up. I will never have privacy again. Until I am in my early 60's, and who cares then? I plan to roam the neighborhood dressed in my housecoat and slippers, maybe, and to heck with what the neighbors think. I also think I might mumble to myself a bit too loud as well. Things like, if only we'd had more than the one bathroom I might not be mumbling. As it is I am babbling now. And only because I haven't posted anything in such a long time.
On a fun note, I am painting my family room. It is now bungalow gold instead of crap taupe. I really like it. I am actually sitting here waiting for the paint to dry. It needs another coat. I ought to go check it because the sooner it is painted the sooner I can get the laundry done, and the dishes, and the vacuuming, and the kids to be, OH GLORIOUS TIME OF NIGHT, (that was to be sung out LOUD) the kids in bed.
On the lovely thought of sleeping children, who are SO cute, I am going to go check the paint.
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