So here it is, 11:12 p.m. I'm 48 minutes from screwing up NaBloPoMo on the third day. This clearly won't be one of my better entries.
We are putting a new floor in the living room. If by 'we' you mean 'Molly watches James, tries to refrain from offering "helpful" commentary.' In my defense, with Audrey attached to me at least 23 hours a day, it is hard for me to help. Also, I do not think I would be very good at installing floors, and James, he is a professional.
This all started well. I had been able to move most of the smallish stuff out of the living room during the week, and took everything off the shelves and such. So there was not much furniture to move. There was, however, the massive TV with its many many many wires and connections. So THAT was fun (for James) this morning. Unfortunately, when he unplugged the cable, there went our cable in the bedroom as well. This was unforeseen (and the first sign of temper, HA) and I was forced to entertain the children ALL DAY LONG WITHOUT THE USE OF THE TELEVISION.
James said it would be an easy installation. He'd be done by dinnertime. That should have been my first clue.
After much cursing and pounding and sawing, we are still without cable, my dining room still has couches in it, and the floor still is not done. However, we have survived, I have pictures, and the Steelers don't play until 4 tomorrow so there we go. Oh, AND we get an 'extra' hour! Score!
