Sigh. I know from my (lack of) comments and stats that the house talk is boring the hell out of you, Internet. I wish I could talk to you about something other than the shower panel that got installed upside down, and the baseboard that must be ripped out before the vanity is installed. I want to tell you how I feel about my holiday gift shopping (awesome! It’s all happening at yard sales and etsy!) and about how incredibly strange and wonderful it was to run into my friend Mark who used to drive my scandalous older boyfriend and me around every weekend. (Holy CRAP, right?)

I wish I could write about my crawling baby and my snoring 3 year old. I wish I had pictures of my new back deck and my husband’s makeshift bed in the new living room, his home until he (and the Toddler) stop snoring so loudly that they wake me from a dead sleep several times a night.

But instead I have only melancholy and endless minutiae about trim carpentry, and handrails, and bathroom flooring options and upside down soap dishes. I’m going to try not to freak out about it, and try to be gentle and humorous when I show the guy tomorrow. The guy who tonight told me he didn’t really know how to bill me for this, just needed to have a little money to pay the helpers, but really he was just here as a favor to me and because he needs to keep busy while he has no work.

Just rip out my heart right now.

I wish I could tell you I’ll be back when I have something interesting to say, but this damn NoBloPoMo!