It's liveable. We went for over three years with just the very crummy shower in the basement. I cheer you on! You can do it!
Yeah. That's the attitude. We can do it.
Also, watch for close-out paint at Home Depot. When they sell the mistakes, you can get good paint for $5 a gallon. I don't want to think about how many cans of paint I have in the basement from when I discovered this fact and went bonkers, but suffice it to say, I managed to get a few room's worth. (Mind you, we have 10x10 bedrooms, so one can does a whole bedroom with two coats AND leaves enough for touch ups.)
Good tip, that would definitely do Julia's room. Part of the problem is that Scott hates painting the way I hate having episiotomies. In the past, it's been my job to remind him that it's really worth the money for him, to get a painter. That's right out. But I don't mind painting. Once my mother moves out, I don't see why I can't put the boys in my mother's room, and paint a couple of hours a day, while Chris is at school.
This bonus was supposed to go to storm windows, and the balance was going to go into an account to save for eventually getting new kitchen cabinets/counter/floor, and a stove, and you know, Christmas. We did Christmas fine. We just skipped ourselves, and neither of us really cares about that. Santa gave them about what he usually does. Our gifts to them were significantly less, but we explained that up front, and they were sweet about it. The kitchen sucks, but whatever. That's a someday thing.
Sweet kid story: Ben has about a hundred bucks, right now. When we were car shopping, he offered it to give it us, to help out.
Awww, that's a good kid you're raising, Cindy.
Yeah, it kind of made me teary, because he's had a love affair with money, akin to Emmett's or Anya's, ever since he figured it out. Most of that money is his
clear-pee
money.
When my mother first moved in, he was at the height of his
blood in urine
phase, and every time he
peed, with no blood present,
my mother would give him a buck. After a week or so, she started giving him a fixed amount, a day. It was just something sweet she did, to take his mind off of the medical side of it, and make him laugh. So that he offered it up so quickly, was really kind of allergy inducing, for me. Still, I think he was mighty relieved when we didn't take him up on his offer.
Crying now. That is very sweet of your mother. Medical stuff is so difficult for kids.
That is so sweet. Awww.
Things I have acquired this holiday season -- fingerless gloves (present from my little brother) and big fuzzy hat! (bought today on sale -- marked down to $18 from $42). It's VERY BIG and fuzzy.
Damn. That's VERY sweet indeed. You did good with your boy, there.
Our gifts to them were significantly less, but we explained that up front, and they were sweet about it.
And in the end, they get a ride-along DVD player! So it all works out, and they are rewarded for their sweetness and virtue.
Part of the problem is that Scott hates painting the way I hate having episiotomies. In the past, it's been my job to remind him that it's really worth the money for him, to get a painter. That's right out. But I don't mind painting. Once my mother moves out, I don't see why I can't put the boys in my mother's room, and paint a couple of hours a day, while Chris is at school.
I love painting. I am sad that we don't, at the moment, have anything to paint. Stupid country between us!
Awwww, sweetie-head kidlet-o-Cindy. Yay.
Crying now. That is very sweet of your mother. Medical stuff is so difficult for kids.
That is so sweet. Awww.
Damn. That's VERY sweet indeed. You did good with your boy, there.
Awwww, sweetie-head kidlet-o-Cindy. Yay.
For the last couple of days, I've felt like Mother-Failure, so it's nice to read this.
And in the end, they get a ride-along DVD player! So it all works out, and they are rewarded for their sweetness and virtue.
Yeah, I wanted to surprise them with that, but they looked through the flyer thingie we brought home from the dealer, and Julia spotted the DVD player, right away.
I love painting. I am sad that we don't, at the moment, have anything to paint. Stupid country between us!
Darn it. Althogh I have to confess, if you brought Lilly with you, I might keep her, and lock you up in the basement, once the painting was done. There's a PS2 down there, though.
I like painting. I haven't done it in our marriage, because I was always either pregnant or wrangling babies and toddlers when we needed to paint, and Scott's taller, which means less ladder-painting. But Chris is in school two and a half hours a day. There's no reason I can't.
Hey Plei, how is Lilly doing with eating while at daycare. The last I remember reading, there had been a little improvement. Is she all adjusted, yet?
