When you spend your weekends either solo preschooler wrangling while the other half works on the other house, or letting your mother wrangle while you and the other half work on the other house, apparently, time flies.
It's like having fun, only without the fun part.
At long last, months and months behind schedule, the old house is almost ready (for certain values of almost) to list for sale or for rent.
Woo.
It's kind of depressing going over there now, doing all the things I've been trying to get done for the last seven and a half years. Hey! Look! Patches in the living room plaster! Ooo! Wow! Our bedroom is now something other than the deep plum I thought was a good idea and had regretted for years! Hey! Check it out! New countertops! And a stainless steel sink! And... my goodness! The hallway wall has SHEETROCK. No more exposed studs!
Oh, and the ugly, broken screen door? GONE.
It's why I fear starting ANYTHING at all over here. I know us. We will hit a wall, declare good enough, and before you know it, five years later, you're still living with exposed studs.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
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