All day long I kept saying these words to myself and hearing Mary Poppins saying them, as well.
You know in the movie when Mary Poppins tells Jane and Michael about playing a game and it’s called “Well Begun Is Half Done”, then Michael says that he doesn’t like the sound of it. Well, I don’t like the sound of it either. In the movie it refers to Jane and Michael tidying up their room and for me it refers to the fact that we continuously have to do things over and over and it always starts out well and then it only gets half finished because something doesn’t work out so good.
Today our “well begun is half done” happened to be the drywall in the two upstairs rooms. Dude has been saying lately that it’s looking pretty good and we can soon primer the walls. Well guess what?? Our brand, spanking, new drywalled walls are cracking. That’s right. Right up the middle in the identical areas of both rooms.
It seems that since the house is made out of concrete it’s continuously expanding and contracting and it’s pulling at our new drywall. We had put in a metal rod and a clee a few months ago to fix this problem since there is a big crack in the side of the house. The rod and clee were supposed to push the house together and stop the crack from getting worse. Then we put up new dry to hide the rod and also to put in some insulation. Well the clee is on one side of the house (the library side), but the other side (Tinki’s room) needs to have a metal UPN to pull it together. We have been having the hardest time trying to get this. Now with the weather being warm during the day and cold at night, the house is heating up and then cooling down and Dude thinks this is causing the drywall to contract and expand with the temperature which is probably the reason for the initial crack in the outside wall of the house.
Great! He did his best to fix the issue, but we seem to be having the same issue with our new wall!
He already fixed two of the cracks and then today he goes upstairs to put another finish coat on the walls and voila, another crack appeared today.
The crazy thing is that it was there during the day, then as soon as the temperature dropped it disappeared and the crack he fixed the other day started to bulge. Now we are desperately in need of finding that stupid UPN.
I already tried looking on line and of course all these metal places won’t answer your email questions and when I call they say that they won’t sell you just one short piece. I even took a picture of one over to Point P to ask those guys where to find one and those losers looked at it like it was from outer space. No one there even knew what it was and those stupid things are on houses all over the place here! FIRED! That’s what I say. How the heck can you work in a construction store and not know what a metal UPN is??
So tomorrow we are headed to a metal shop that is near my work. This guy makes all kinds of neat things and maybe he’ll have a junk pile we can fish through to find it. Once we do find it then we have to figure out how to get it on the other side of the rod (which is in our neighbor’s yard). Then we have to hope it works and our drywall (and outer wall) stops cracking. We can’t paint the walls until then.
I’m still hearing Mary Poppins and it’s translating to “one step forward and two steps back”.
Today I had wanted to have an outing. I didn’t have any particular place in mind that I wanted to go. I just wanted a day away from renovation before the weather really turns nasty.
Unfortunately, I woke to the dreariness of dark clouds and looming rain. I took a quick look at the weather online and it told me in no uncertain terms that it was going to rain all afternoon. Dang. Why does it have to be on the weekend?! I could care less about nasty weather days when I have to go to work, but please, the weekend? Someone up there needs to get his priorities straight!
So instead of my sight-seeing trip I took the opportunity to make a quick run to the market. For some odd reason, Casino has decided that they are now going to be open on Sundays until noon. That doesn’t seem very French of them, but it’s convenient. I normally don’t go to the market on Sundays. With all stores open in the states every day of the week I’m actually the rare person who likes the fact that on Sundays everything is closed. It seems “traditional”.
Today, I did bend the rules and headed out for a couple of items. It seems that the French are totally excited about the fact that they can actually shop for a few hours on Sundays, cuz this store was packed! I swear it was near impossible to find a parking spot. Who would have thought?
So I headed in, fought my way around to find my 12 items and then proceeded to find the shortest line possible to get outta there. You know, on a Sunday morning with limited time, the French tend to drive their shopping carts like they do their cars. They run into you, cut in front of you and park the cart right smack in the middle of the aisle and don’t even bother to move when they see that you’re coming and need to get through. Maybe this idea of shopping on a Sunday morning wasn’t such a brilliant idea.
I finally made it out of the store and back home. Since my day was ruined by the weather, Dude and I just decided to continue on with the renovation. For me I was limited, though, which is another reason why I needed a day out. See, the other day while continuing to scrape the glue off of the floor (no Adrian and George the scraper blades for the Milwaukee saw didn’t work, but thanks for sending them our way it was worth a shot), I ended up doing something to my arm just near the elbow and now I have only limited use of it until it heals. I have no idea what I did, but it was enough to keep me up most of the night in pain and I’ve been having trouble picking up and holding anything that has even a small amount of weight like a full glass of water. I just can’t do it. So now I’m sort of outta commission which made my day kind of boring.
We are still fooling around with dry wall mud and finish and are on like our 6th coat for the second story. Well, Dude said we needed to put another coat on in the hallway, kitchen and the downstairs walls. So guess what my job was today??? I got to hold the stupid spot light (with my good arm) like I was a human Statue of Liberty or something. Yup, folks, all day I just stood around and held this light so Dude could put the finish coat on the walls. I’m talking hours people. The plus side is I found another job that I really wouldn’t do for a living. I hope my arm heals soon cuz to be quite honest I didn’t really have any fun. The day just trudged by. I think I would rather have gone back to the market and fought with the French over a cheese wheel instead of being lamp girl all day.
On the bright side, the master bedroom is now ready for primer paint. Yippey! Now all we need to do is get the hallway, stairwells, kitchen and 3rd bedrooms ready for primer. Okay so we still have far to go, but at least getting the master bedroom done is a step in the right direction.
Hopefully my arm will heal before the next round so I can feel a little more productive than I did today. I also hope the weather is nicer next weekend (the weather site said it was, so they better be right) cuz I’m getting closer and closer to losing it. We’ve been doing the same exact thing in this house for months now and it’s time to move on in my book, even if it’s just putting on primer I would be jumping for joy. Also, the smell of drywall mud is starting to get to me.
Well, next on the list, more finish work. Unfortunately, that stuff smells just as bad as dry wall mud!
We woke early this morning to a terrific lightning and thunder storm which was followed by rain and wind. Well, even in sunny Provence it can happen. Unfortunately for us, we discovered very early in the morning that we have a roof leak. It happens to be in the one room that we’re all sharing and it is right next to Tinki’s bed.
She woke up thinking she was hearing someone’s fountain only to discover the drip, drip of water next to her head. Great, something else that now needs to be fixed before the next storm.
Dude went on the roof and discovered that some of the tiles are loose and there needs to be a bit of repair work done. That’s going to be a difficult job due to how high up the roof is and the fact that you can’t walk on the tiles or they’ll break. Now he has to figure out how he’s going to fix this problem.
On the bright side, it isn’t suppose to rain again tonight so we should be safe, but on the down side I saw today that there is another storm scheduled to blow in next Sunday. I don’t think our roof will be fixed by then so we might be setting buckets out to catch the cascade that might be coming our way. Well, I guess free drinking water is in my future.
Another thing to not be so happy about is the fact that we don’t have any heat, yet, in the house. Tonight is the first night we’re actually a bit cold and THAT I’m really not happy about. I’m putting it out there that I better have heat in this place soon (even before that roof leak is fixed) or Dude is not going to enjoy hearing me go ballistic.
We did, however, have an addition to our kitchen (no it’s not done, yet). We found our oven and brought it upstairs and enjoyed a real meal of frozen food that can be cooked in 20 minutes! That’s about the best we can do during the renovation and no kitchen to cook in. We have it propped up on a large box since we have no place for it at the moment.
Nothing else in the house has really progressed. We’re still fooling around with drywall mud and finish and can’t seem to find a brand that will work really well. Dude must have drywalled, sanded, and re-drywalled, sanded and put on the finish coat, and sanded around 6 or 7 times in each room (and that is definitely no lie, folks). We’ve been working on this part of the project for several weeks now! It just won’t come together and now I’m getting bored. There is definitely no fun in drywall dust all over the house. Everything is covered in it. We try to keep the one room we are in closed off from the dust, but that stuff gets everywhere. I swear after Dude has sanded it looks like new snow on Christmas morning all over the floor. Then he’s sweeping and vacuuming and wiping everything down. This has gone on for weeks now!
I’m ready for something different and I know for sure he is, too. Even if we can get to the point of putting on the primer paint, I will be thrilled. At least it will be advancing. For now he is still working with the drywall and finish. He told me tonight that he still has to go over some of the walls cuz they’re not right. Ahhhh!
I have a fear that we will be living in the same room, without heat and collecting rain water for months to come. I’ll be ready for the nut house if that happens. House remodeling isn’t so bad when you don’t have to live in it, but it’s another ball of wax when you have to wake up and go to bed surrounded by an unfinished place.
I can’t say whether I am happy about it being Monday tomorrow and going to work (to get away from the remodel work) or if I am unhappy about it due to the fact that when I am at work the house isn’t getting finished. I hate dilemmas…
Well, time to go use my oven…..cuz now I can 🙂
We ended up having to redo some of the drywall and studs in the master bedroom thanks to the metal studs not being very strong and needing reinforcement. Some of the drywall sheets had to be taken off and we hung new ones after adding some additional studs and rails.
We also ran into an issue with the holes being cut for the electrical boxes. The drill bit that we bought to do the holes is the same size as the boxes, but when you go to cut the holes they don’t fit very well. They are actually a little too big and when you go to tighten the screws they sometimes moved around too much. Well, once the hole is cut, there is really no way to fix it. The only thing to do is take down the drywall sheet and hang another one and then cut another hole. We had to do this a couple of times and then Dude got sick of it so he decided to use a small bit and then continue to shave some drywall off around it with a drywall knife until he had the right size. This seemed to work the best even though it still took some time and made a big mess of drywall dust all over the ground.
Once this was all done and we were somewhat satisfied with the outcome (I say “somewhat” cuz Dude has not been really satisfied with the materials and the way this project has been going since we started it) we were at the point of mudding and taping. I, the totally oblivious one, thought it was looking pretty good.
Just like everything else with this project, I knew nothing of mudding and taping and was very surprised at what a mess it created and how much work it was. Thank goodness we weren’t doing the whole house. A “For Sale” sign would be out front by now if so, cuz there is no way I was gonna put myself through that experience. Doing only four walls was about ready to send me to the funny farm, let alone the whole dang place!
Well, Dude and I bought the joint compound that you have to mix and since we didn’t know the good stuff from the bad, we went with the middle of the road mix and figured that should be good enough. We only bought one bag, though, cuz in case it really sucked eggs we weren’t stuck with a bunch of heavy bags to take back to the store and I wouldn’t have to yell at the guys there and tell them their stuff was crap. I just wasn’t in the mood for that one!
When we got ready to mix it, we weren’t sure what the “real” recipe called for. We’ve learned that whenever there is something written on a box or bag, the recipe for the mix never seems to be quite right so we’ve had to tweek it some. The problem was that Dude said that the mix couldn’t be too runny or too thick. So we started out with a little bit of water and a bunch of mix. We ended up have a chunky mix and just had to keep adding water. Then we added too much water and the mix was runny so we had to add more joint compound. We were just going around in circles.
Finally after about 30 minutes we got it to be “just OK” in Dude’s opinion.
As usual, I let Dude do all the work seeing as he is the professional. He did some drywall work with friends when he was younger and I can’t claim that to my fame. I was in charge of making sure the bucket of drywall was covered so it wouldn’t dry out and to be sure to hand him anything he needed. I also had to always go rinse out the bucket each time the mix was gone and all the tools, too.
We ended up using the bag of mix before the day was over and we hadn’t even finished the master bedroom, yet. So we decided to go over to Point P to buy some more bags. The original bag came from LeRoy Merlin and we had hoped that this new stuff would match up cuz Point P didn’t have the same stuff.
Well, our assumptions were wrong. It turned out that Dude really liked the stuff from LeRoy’s better. The new stuff just wouldn’t mix right and he had to keep going over everything about 4 or 5 times, no kidding folks. It was a nightmare. Of course, like all the other stuff we were doing, this was going to be another time wasting experience. To do all the drywall work it took several days.
Due to this, I now hate drywall work, too. Boy, I sure was weeding out all these jobs I could be doing in the future. As always, I don’t mind the work, it’s the stupidity that I hate. That just makes the work that much harder!
Once all the rooms were done, it was now time for sanding. Here we go with another couple of days on the same thing. We didn’t have poll sanders (Dude gave them away when we came here from the states) and we didn’t have a power sander, either, so we had to do the walls with a hand sander. To make matters worse, we only had one sander so Dude and I took turns. We just couldn’t bear to fork out the dough for an extra one.
All the sanding made the entire house absolutely filthy. There was dust in every room and on everything we owned. Also, it wasn’t just the walls that were drywalled that we had to sand. It was every wall in the house that we were going to paint. While taking turns with the sanding we also took turns with washing the wall down just to be sure to get any marks, glue or mildew that might be left.
Yes, you got it folks, I found out that I hate sanding and washing walls. Well there’s two more jobs I can cross of for myself in the future. The finish work is super boring and it takes super long. Now, I don’t know about you guys, but if something is super boring is shouldn’t take super long (what’s up with that). You just get side tracked and start dreaming away and then you end up taking even longer so now a super, long, boring job has been super sized to extra-super, long and boring job. Ahhhhh!
We were able to get through the first part of the sanding, but the walls needed to be gone over again with some more mud to be sure all was good. That meant more sanding. By the end of this day we were really stressed out, because after all of this (and me working at the office, as well) Dude and I had used up 12 days worth of work.
We were moving into the house two days from this point and we had drywall for walls, only half a house with electricity, no internet or phones, no kitchen, glue still on the floors, dust everywhere and guess what? Our hot water tank didn’t work.
Sounds like life as usual for us.
Oh yaah, and we had another visitor today 🙂 We saved him, of course, and now he’s friends with our little frog in the garden.
I found out today that I don’t like running flex. I already said I hated to hang drywall studs and rails, well I hate flex, too. They have the dumbest stuff here. Everything electrical is run on this stuff that you would put only in your car in the states. What’s more, you can’t pull it through the studs because it gets stuck! We spent so much time finishing up the master bedroom and kitchen that the day was passing us by. Dude and I still hadn’t had time to figure out what we were going to do with the kitchen.
See, all our cabinets are going to be put in later, after we move in, but in order to run the electrical you have to plan out what you want so you have all the lights, plugs and switches in the right areas. I’m having a huge issue with the kitchen because I absolutely HATE everything that France is throwing at me in the way of cabinetry. It’s all this modern junk that just won’t work in my ancient style house. I definitely want to be modernized, but I don’t want it to LOOK all modernized. This is a problem and Dude keeps harping at me to hurry up and figure it out.
Well, I told him that I knew what I DIDN’T want, did that help? He said, “No!” So he ran the all the lines according to what he thought is should be and I guess we will just have to work around it and find something that will work for us. I can do that……I think.
Once the flex was all run in both the master bedroom and the kitchen we got to run the phone lines. So now I felt all professional and stuff. I was really getting my construction on these past few weeks and learning a lot. I had no problem with the learning aspect. The problem that both Dude and I were having was that everything we did was taking too long. We had to do things and then REDO them a bunch of times because some of the materials were just crap, some of the things we wanted just weren’t working out and of course, there was only the two of us. If Extreme Home Makeover were here, they could have busted this job out in no time. Unfortunately, they aren’t in France. We just had to keep making do.
The phone wires had to be fished through the two rooms and then all the way through one of the flex lines down into the garage and across the ceiling of the garage to the other side where the main panel was going to be. What a pain! Luckily Dude has this awesome item called Fish Tape.
This thing is the bomb and he brought it from the states. They don’t have it here. Tant pis for the French, seriously. He was able to put the Fish Tape into the end of the flex and send it all the way up the “autoroute” to the master bedroom. This is where he attached all the phone wires. While he was in the master bedroom, I was in the garage pulling on the Fish Tape which was bringing all the wires down to me. This worked like a dream and there is no way we would have gotten those phone wires through that stupid little flex they have here without it. Thank goodness for some great inventions and Dude’s insight to bringing it with us!
Next was the hanging the drywall in the kitchen. This went okay, the problem came after we hung the drywall. With the wall closed up, we couldn’t see where we placed all the flex for the electrical. They have the stupidest system here! They don’t have electrical boxes that hang on the studs and then you run everything and THEN you hang the drywall. Oh…NO…. They do it all backwards and crazy. First you run the flex, then you close up the walls with drywall, then you have to play hide and go seek to find your flex runs, then you guess where the holes for the boxes are going to be, then you cut the holes in the drywall and hope you found the right spot (cuz that’s where the boxes sit-not screwed down to the studs like they should be!), then you have to try and find your flex lines to put them in the boxes and then you run your wire.
Now I am not an electrician, but this is the stupidest, time wasting, piece of junk that I have ever heard! It’s all backwards. Luckily for us, Dude told me to take pictures of the wall before we covered it with drywall or we would have never remembered where we ran the lines! How lame is that??? What would we have done if I was not so snap happy???!! We would have had to tear out all the drywall, is what we would have done. Then Dude and I would have been in the paper the next day cuz we would have jumped from our third story window out of total frustration for the construction stupidity that goes on here.
Well, thanks to my photos, we figured out where to cut the holes for the electrical boxes, but then we still had to fish around blindly to find the flex to put into the box! Another problem… the holes for the boxes were so small that we couldn’t get our hands in them to find our flex! Dude was sooooooo pissed by now, cuz he is an electrician by trade and knows how it should be to make life easy and the job to flow, and this was not the way. We were battling with another time wasting issue. Also, you can’t cut the holes in the drywall any bigger to reach your hand in them cuz then your stupid little box won’t fit! Ahhhhhhhh!
So now because we couldn’t find our flex lines we had to invent a tool to drop into the holes to grab the flex and pull it out. Then when going to put the flex into these rinky dink boxes, there was no way for the flex to stay put. It just hangs in there ready to fall out of the box at any moment! There is no such thing here as flex connectors to keep it in! That is a safety hazard right there, folks. If my house was made out of wood, every night my prayers would start with, “Dear Lord, please don’t let the flex fall out of the electrical boxes and catch this house on fire…..” I am dead serious about that, too.
So, once again, after using what we learned from MacGyver and wasting away more hours, we finally finished the ONE wall we had to do in the kitchen.
All the while, I am hearing Father Time ticking away and now we have only two weeks before the big moving day and a house that is nowhere near being finished 😦
If you want to see the photos of our house renovation , they appear on Flickr. To get there just click on the “More Photos” option under Photos on Flickr.
Today was the big day. By that I mean, big truck, big materials and big money spent.
We started the day out by picking up our large truck from ADA at 10:30 am. I know, late start, but hey, we’re on Latin time. The nice lady at ADA new exactly who we were cuz she said she recognized my accent. I’m not sure if that is good or bad, but she at least understood what I wanted! We inspected our ‘camion’ and signed our life away for it. Thing to do number one……..check.
Off to LeRoy Merlin. Now, I know that I said I was much happier at Point P. The thing is, Dude was happier with the prices at LeRoy. He said by buying our items there we would save a few hundred dollars. Don’t get me wrong, that’s a great thing indeed, but it was still a problem for me cuz I hated giving my hard earned cash to non-helpful people. If I was rich, I would have just gone over to Point P and given those helpful guys my money. I was in a pretty bad mood at LeRoy’s and it got worse when we were trying to get all of our items and still, no one would help us.
We drove our truck around the extreme materials section and proceeded with the loading. We needed 17 sheets of regular drywall, 3 sheets of hydro (greenboard) drywall, 50 metal studs, 20 rails (the studs and rails were for framing the drywall), lots of insulation, 8 large bags of morter, 1 bag of regular drying joint compound, 1 bag of fast drying joint compound, 1 tub of topper finish coat and 52 large bricks.
For all of this loading , it was just me and Dude. Seriously. No one came over to help. Here’s one guy and a lady and not one of these guys could say, “Could I help you?” What the heck do these workers do all day! At Point P someone would have helped.
Now ladies (and some guys out there) have you ever had to lift, carry and load full sheets of drywall before? These things are seriously heavy and Dude and I had to lift them off the shelf, carry them to the truck and load them in one at a time! This took forever because my name is not Wonder Woman even though I would like it to be.
Then we got down to getting the metal studs and rails. The studs were hooked together with metal ties and I needed someone to come over and cut them so I could get the amount I wanted. You have to be really careful around these things because they are super sharp and will really slice your hand up. So I walked over to Mr. NonHelpful and let him know what I needed. Do you know what he did? Instead of grabbing the special cutters needed and following me out to do the job, he just handed me the cutters and said when I was done to bring them back! That is a load of junk, I tell you! A woman with no gloves and needing assistance to cut metal and he just hands me the cutters and goes back talking to his coworker, Mr. NonHelpful 2. What ever!
So after that, Dude and I finished getting all the materials we needed and we headed over to pay the big bucks. I have to hand it to Dude we did save quite a bit of money, but I was still mad about giving it to these guys. By now it was nearly 1pm (that’s how long it takes when you have strong man with weak woman and no Mr. Helpfuls around). We were behind the schedule that I had set out for us that morning. Oh well, at least we got everything we needed. Thing to do number two……..check.
Off we went barreling down the country road with all our goods. When we made it to the house we were like the unloading bandits. You should have seen us in action. We were obviously better at unloading than we were loading. The only really hard part came when we had to take the sheets of drywall (one by one and each weighing a ton) up the stairs. I thought I was gonna die, no lie! You can’t hold them flat you have to turn them on their sides and that folks makes them quite difficult to carry when going up steep stairs. We ended up taking 10 up to the second story and leaving 10 in the garage for another day because by now we were running behind my schedule again. See the rental car place closed at 6:30pm and I wanted to have the truck back to them that night just to make it easier on us. Well, the unload was now complete, at least. Thing to do number three……..check.
We needed to run over to Point P to get some more joint compound and some roofing material. We headed out and found that they were temporarily out of the joint compound, but they did have the roofing material we needed so we bought 9 sheets of it. This is for a little section of roof just above the apartment bathroom that no one sees so we weren’t about to go all luxurious with it. It was here that we ran into a little snag. Michael’s bank card and mine decided not to work anymore. I got nervous thinking that possibly there is a daily limit to what you can spend and we surpassed that with getting the truck and materials at LeRoy’s. Good thing Dude has a spare card for emergencies (which he considered this to be) and we got our goods. Thing to do number four……..check.
Back to the house to unload more stuff and to use our rental truck to hall a bunch more crap we needed to get rid of to the dump. Yay, another fieldtrip! You would not believe the amount of junk we needed to throw away due to this major remodel job. We had old carpet, old wood, old appliances, old metal, old furniture and Dude broke apart the wooden wall of the shed cuz he is going to make a new one out of the bricks we just bought. So that went into the rental, too. We had that truck filled pretty good by the time we were done. I just hoped we could clean it out really good before we gave it back! By now it was 5:00pm and we were a half hour behind schedule. Get in and go! That’s what we did. Thing to do number five……..check.
So now, we are barreling down the road heading towards the dump. I called the rental place to double check what time they closed. The nice lady said 6:30pm on the dot. That didn’t leave us much time to unload all this stuff, clean out the truck, put gas in it and get it back. Dude started driving so fast that I was actually hyperventilating. I got really scared and held on so tight to the door that I seriously had white knuckles. These little country roads are small and windy and I am not ashamed to say that I was terrified.
We finally made it to my favorite dump without an accident. (You go Dude. A+ driving.) This place is cool and the people are nice. We sorted all our stuff into the appropriate bins and left all the stuff that needed to be smashed and burned for the end. That’s my favorite part. It’s actually really cool to see. Once all of it was unloaded we got to work on cleaning out the truck. It was a complete mess in the back and I wanted to leave no traces. We swept and cleaned and actually got it looking pretty good. Off we went to put some gas in it. Thing to do number six……..check.
We now had 40 minutes to get gas and make it to ADA and we were exactly 40 minutes away! I hoped there would be no hang-ups at the gas station. Wrong. When we arrived, there was a line! I told Dude that we had only 20 minutes to get gas and to get to ADA. We were still quite a ways away. So while Dude was filling the tank I was preparing to pay. What a team. Now, with the rental your only suppose to put in the amount of gas that you use. This stupid truck didn’t tell you the truth and we were sitting there just guessing. Then Dude accidently turned on the truck while he was filling it with gas so he could check the gauge and it jerked forward and scared the bageemies outta me! We finally just decided to call it quits, paid and flew outta there like a rocket. Thing to do number seven……..check.
Every 3 minutes I was telling Dude how much time we had left and he was seriously haulin’ buns by now. In between the times I was telling him that we weren’t going to make it, I called the bank to find out why we were getting jacked around with our cards not working. The bank lady assured us, in a very nice way, that all was good. It was the stupid store’s fault! I swear nothing like someone else trying to give you a heart attack for no reason. I can manage just fine with that by the enjoyment of eating unhealthy foods. At least I had a great time while waiting for my heart attack to come on! Well, we finally made it to the town where we rented the truck and we had only 5 minutes left. You aren’t gonna believe this but we slid in the gate with that thing at 6:30pm on the dot! Go team! Even ADA was impressed. Thing to do number eight……..check.
We felt so good about our day that we decided to continue it and made another stop at LeRoy Merlin to pick up some plastic wrap and a few more items before they closed for the night.
Then we headed over to the market to do some grocery shopping. That was awesome since we were both dirty and sweaty. I felt the waters part as we walked down the aisle throwing items in our cart. I figure that might be the way to go if you are in a crowded store and you want to get out in a hurry. Just go smelly and dirty and you might get her done in record time.
By the time we got home it was nearly 10pm. Boy were we exhausted, but we felt great because we finally got a bunch of things accomplished all on the same day! Freakin’ miracle I tell you. Finally something went right for a change 🙂