purely honest

I have been working, as of late, on repainting the master bathroom in my house. It has been a bigger project than I had originally anticipated due to the previous owners’ use of some insane form of super glue to hang a very dated border. (Think bells, angels and ribbons.) The border had to come down, but the glue was using its super strength and refused to budge. By the time I had finally sanded, scraped, sprayed, peeled and cursed the border off the wall, a week had passed and the entire bathroom was a mess. Our counter was covered in tools and sheets to protect them from the baby blue paint I had applied. One of my two sinks was acting as a paint supply holder, while the other remained somewhat free of clutter, enough at least to brush our teeth in. (now if only I could locate the toothpaste!) Anyway, I labeled this post "purely honest" because as I was finally cleaning up the disaster this afternoon I found three or four of my oldest son's toy construction diggers amid the chaos. They were filled with the various scraps that cluttered the floor, one was even in the tub, carrying a can of paint. How sweet, I thought, that my little one could come into the mess, look around, and think, "Hey, I know just what to do with this messy room.....diggers!"

I wonder how it would go over with my neighbor if I took my boys' toy swords outside with me and played an adventure-filled game of jungle safari in his lengthy lawn. Well, who am I kidding, the lengthy lawn would be mine too. It would have been easier to keep up on if the before mentioned border hadn't been clinging to the wall for dear life.

Hmmm.....superglue.........razafrazza.