Oh, crap. I’ve faltered. My plan was to compose a blog post in my head during the day (always a success. always a GREAT idea to compose posts in-head while unable to get away and type or even write notes. duh.) while the computer was off, then sit down with my cup of hot tea, relax and dispense my wisdom.

My wisdom is that I have nothing interesting or intelligent to say. I’ve just negotiated a per-day price for a floor installer/trim carpenter and his helper/wife, and so tomorrow I’ve got to be up and ready to go at 8 am to let them in. And then I have to explain to my 3 year old that we can’t go to story hour because I hired people I don’t personally know and am afraid to leave them alone in the house with all my precious! things!

Why didn’t I negotiate a day rate for my DAD!? Fuck! It’s probably too late to call and beg him, huh? Oh god, now I’ve gone crazy.

like you give a shit, but I promise tomorrow I will post pictures of TeenHer’s purple and black room. Hopefully with installed flooring! The workers are ambitious! They swear they’ll be done or almost done by end of day tomorrow, with the bedroom floor, door casings, and baseboards. My dad says there’s no way. Please for once in his life let him be wrong.

Merry Christmas kids! Santa brought you a second floor suite and a new bathroom!