I was able to get shit done today. The weather is gorgeous so I took to the outdoors to paint. I painted the front porch. The back steps. The picnic table. Most of the trim around the windows (until I ran out of paint. Plus my ladder wasn't tall enough. And despite Charlie's mad spider monkey skills, there is no easy way to reach the top of the second story windows without a tall enough ladder. Cause I ain't about to be hanging out of a window with a bed sheet tied around my waist and a bed frame or some such craziness. Though I will admit that the thought crossed my mind...Charles did come home to find me on the roof of the entryway to the basement so really not too far of a stretch...) I then came inside and started to paint the living room. I chose the wall with the big window on it, mostly so I can get my curtains hanging back up because by God, I want to be able to parade around naked in my living room without being the peep show for the whole neighborhood. At least the free peep show. Perhaps if there was a $5 cover charge...
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Ignore all of the crap on the couch. Normally it would be hanging up, but I had to take the hooks down to paint. Eh, who am I kidding? That couch will still look like that even after I hang the hooks back up because it apparently takes way too much effort to hook a book bag on a hook...
I did miss going to see a friend who was in the state, but that was because my van is an asshole and decided to need new brakes. Not like they were metal on metal or anything. Next thing you know the fucker is going to demand gasoline because it is SO NEEDY like my children who demand things like food and immunizations and absolutely refuse to get gainfully employed. Slackers.
Basically, I got my to-do list done today (that is now on my iPhone vs my desktop; gotta love technology). Very different from last weekend when I was dying.
Granted, my fingers are as swollen and stiff as can be. I am sure I will be sore as hell tomorrow from all of the squatting and bending over and reaching from the painting. My house is currently in shambles from moving shit around so I can paint coupled with my children's complete inability to put anything away, ever.
But I got shit done. And I was able to spend time with the two little girls, at least (Elizabeth of course wants nothing to do with me as I am the devil.) We spent a fair amount of time outside. Alexis played on the trampoline and helped me paint while Charlie napped. Charlie then woke up and did whatever secret op stuff the government has her doing currently, then came out to play with Alexis. (She can't tell me or she'd have to kill me. And I'm pretty sure she carries a shank strapped to her ankle so I'm not pushing the issue.) They actually got along for once so I am assuming the mission went well...(so I definitely decided to make a blog post tonight so I'd have record of this.) It was a good day.
This is how it goes with me. I am at the mercy of what my body decides to do. If it is going to be nice, then great! Shit gets done. If it decides to be an asshole...then I'm dying. I would swear I was bipolar if I knew that I didn't get the wonderful benefits of being manic like not needing much sleep. Perhaps my body is bipolar. Can one diagnose one's body with a mental illness but not oneself? And if that is the case, can I then involuntarily commit my body to a really nice mental institution? Preferably one with a gourmet chef and a private whirlpool....
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