A few more hours...

Jason is getting home late tonight. It's been a long 9 days.

But I got a lot of stuff done. Mostly boring, nagging stuff, but I know Jason will appreciate it.

I did a lot of touch-up painting. It's amazing--simply living in a house can damage it. There were a lot of knicks and scuffs and a few pencil marks in the hall, kitchen, entry door and kids' rooms that are now covered over. Helen's crown molding is painted (after a year--snort!)

I sewed a simple curtain for one guest bedroom in the basement.

I sewed a (goofy) library bag that didn't turn out like I'd imagined but I'll use it anyway.

I painted my old toy kitchen cupboard and changed the hinges. Unfortunately, I didn't get the pulls changed. Something about a drill....and the wrong kind of screws.

I hung a shelf on a wall in our bedroom. I needed the drill to install sheetrock anchors--yikes, never did that before! I don't think I did it quite right, because the weight of the shelf is pulling the sheetrock anchors back out of the wall. Uhhhhh......sorry honey......but the shelf had been sitting on the floor for, oh, I don't know, months?

I tried to fix Helen's lamp, but I bought the wrong size harp. (That's the part that goes over the light bulb, that you screw the shade onto.)

I baked and decorated Valentine cookies, my favorite cookies in all the world.

And Mom finished sewing the top of Helen's baby quilt. It is cute. It is pink. It is hundreds of tiny squares all sewn together in random order. Just in time for her to move into Owen's green, red and blue room!

One thing I ask

If your spouse were in a different country, and you could only ask him/her one question, what would be burning in your heart?

Here's mine: Baby, where's the drill?

Rest for the weary

Someone is snoring in my ears right now, the well-deserved slumber of a long day's work. Poor Dr. Van. I wonder if I could type that out and bill for it? Zzzzzzzzzzz..... Or maybe I could transcribe the TV program blaring in the background?

Jason is quite out of the country. He is in Belize, with a group from our church. My mom flew down to help with the kids and lend me sanity. He called today, said it was a lot hotter than they expected, he misses us, and there is a cute little 3-year-old boy down there making the missing extra hard. He's got the camera. Belize vs. more pictures of the kids. He won, easily.