Yes I said it and I have it. It's been three months sense I've touched my fabrics or even been to a fabric store of any kind. Even before my moms passing, I was spending time with DD and the grand kids and running to help mom. These days I work, go home, change clothes, go to moms house and try to get something fixed, painted, cleaned, something so that we can get ready to sell. I think in the past two months there has only been a couple of days when I didn't go to moms house everyday.
You would think that having four of us to fix one house it should have been done and sold by now, not so. Two of these four barely show up and then its so and so did this or said that to the point where I don't want them around to help any more. And then there's the debate on why he or she shouldn't get their equal share of the profits from the house. Did I mention that my family is dysfunctional? There's a reason mom put me incharge of the money equal shares whether they deserve it or not.
So my aging hair now has white streaks in it from the 25 yes 25 gallons of paint used to paint the inside of the house. My hands are now chocolate brown from staining cabinets and not because I like to be out in the sun tanning.
DD stopped by the other evening as I was working on the house and brought the grand kids. I haven't had time to see them. I walked out the front door as Aiden was getting out of the car and said hi to him and told him that I had missed seeing him. He was a little reluctant at first but then came running up to me and told me that he missed me too. Luckily I had some juice and snacks at the house and Aiden and I had a picnic in the back yard.
Every time I think I get the upper hand on getting this house finished and ready something else pops up. We are in the home stretch I think. House painted inside and out. Carpet installed. New kitchen and bath floors put in. Kitchen cabinets, ok they would have been done but me using standard staining methods, not a good idea. Thank the man that invented gel-stain, wipe on, wipe off.
On the up side of things, working with fabrics a lot has helped convince my brothers and sister that you don't just paint everything white and expect to sell a house for a good price.
So I'm off to moms house again. Going to try the wipe on, wipe off sealer for the stained cabinets. If you don't hear from me soon, I probably glued my hands to a wall or something equally stupid!
Keep the stories coming, I do spend my lunch time at work reading up on the current events everyone else is up to.