All weekend long, your dad worked in the crawlspace, making it possible for us to have real stairs down to our basement. He stood in a hole, busting cement with a hammer and hauling the rocks out in buckets ... which I imagine is very similar to the activities itinerary at Folsom Prison.
In happier news, we finally finished our bedroom closet project, and we have a real-live closet with actual flooring and painted walls.
Because this project required us to move everything we own into our bedroom and then drywall, paint, etc., your dad and I spent most of last week sleeping on a futon in the living room. Because it resembled camping, your dad thought it was crazy fun. Because it resembled sleeping on my living room floor, it made me bonkers.
While your dad was busy in The Hole all weekend, I did over a dozen loads of laundry to finally get on top of our flood situation.
Grandma Sue came over for the weekend to help. Mission: Keep Laney from falling into the hole. It was a beautiful weekend - sunny and in the 70s. You guys went on lots of "hikes" and spent time cruising up and down our road.
You like to giggle and run away from the house, but when it's time to come back, you have a more mopey approach. And sometimes, you just sit down in protest.
In fact, the only way to lure you back to the house was with the promise of swinging.
Thanks to Grandma Sue for helping out, and thanks to your dad for breathing concrete dust all weekend. We're a few steps closer to having our house look like more of an "After" than a "Before."
Go team!
Love,
Mom
Great post. I love the Folsom Prison comment and Laney's red shirt. :)
ReplyDeleteKeep 'em coming.
-Kim