Well, I survived the stripping of the VCT tiles. There were layers of wax and dirt on those floors. She probably should have sprung to have them done professionally but right now she has more free labor than she does cash...and I've done it before so I was the prime candidate for the job. Unfortunately my back, knees, arms, hands, and knuckles (I wore them off scrubbing and scraping) are feeling it today. 44 yr old bodies just cannot withstand a day like that without at least grumbling a bit. Mine decided to speak out around 3:30 am.
We worked until midnight again last night and by the time we got home it was 12:30...I sat out in the hot tub for an hour to unwind...went to bed at 2:00 again. My lower back was hurting so bad that my delusional, weary mind was convinced I had kidney disease or bone cancer in my spine. Yes, it hurt that bad in a drama queen sort of way. Man, it's hell to get old.
So I sprung out of bed this morning at 7 am to get my boys moving. (no rest for the weary) Josh got a slight concussion in the hockey game last night so he wasn't able to study for his exams. (excruciating headache) I called him in "late" and made him go take his 2nd exam...I guess he'll make up the math exam tomorrow. He had to finish his art project this morning and that required ME finding the materials and offering suggestions on how to clothe a papier mache hockey player. (...nothing like the last minute...I have been hounding him all week to do this!)Then I had to give him a crash course in hand stitching so the hockey player was wearing hockey pants instead of a kilt.
In the meantime, Jordy was in a snit because she was showing me a "prototype" photography project mounted on foamcore (put together with gorilla glue) and I was saying something was crooked and I accidentally knocked something off. OMG!!! The drama.of.it.all... Apparently I wrenched the piece off (as in "on purpose"?). Tears and slamming ensued. I swear I heard tires squeal and gravel spray.
*note to self: NEVER TOUCH, COMMENT, ASSIST on any type of art project.ever.again. My job is over. Apparently passing the art gene on genetically is all that is required. period.
Jen and I raced off to Lowe's to pick up more materials because she works today from 10-2. Pat took a vacation day so we will pick up a few more materials at Menard's, pick up the boys from school and head out to the studio. We're also picking up some old school lockers that our high school donated to Jen's business. The crunch is on...and the background support STILL HASN'T SHIPPED! I have no clue how she will be able to keep this appointment on Tuesday without it. I think I'm freaking out more than she is.
Since it's Pat's vacation day off, he of course must "work out" before we leave. After the sh*t, shower, and shave...I'm certain he'll be hungry... Then the boys will be hungry... Oh man, we'll NEVER get out there. It's already 11:30
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