Journal Week 15

Day 2
My living room looks like a cheap daycare. Everything from the bedroom is squished in a space that is too small for it. There are toys and childrens' furniture from wall to wall, piled on top of each other, underneath and behind couches. One wrong move and it's a Lego avalanche. I wonder if this is what my house would look like if I had three children. Grady is going to have to sleep in the living room while we work. I pray it is only for a few nights, he is completely thrown off if his routine is interrupted. And this is a complete upheaval.
So far, Ron and I have ripped the strapping off the wall, pounded the nails, and started mudding. I didn't realize how time consuming taping and mudding drywall is. This is something Ron does often, and has talked about. But I guess I've never given him enough credit, usually he comes home and says something like, 'Uggh, my day was awful, I was doing drywall all day.'
At this point in the conversation, I am typically thinking how nice it would be to have a break from the kids and do some drywall myself. And I suppose it would be nice once in a while, like I am doing now, for instance. But all day, for a week straight? No thanks.
So, props to you Ron, sorry it's taken me so long to acknowledge this. I guess next time you come home after a day of drywall, I wont throw the kids on you and retreat to the bedroom like I would so love to do. I'll give you at least for an hour or so, then they are all yours.