Week 9 was a rough one and continues to be so as we head into week 10. My husband and I are both genuinely tired. Tired of not getting enough sleep, tired of working all the time and tired of drywall mudding and painting. It’s all part of the process and we know we will eventually be able to rest but it’s hard when energy is waining and temperatures are rising.
Jeff has been applying bucket after bucket of mud to the dining room, living room, kitchen, laundry room and basement stairwell. It’s looking good and getting closer to the sanding and priming stage everyday.
While my husband has been hard at work mudding I’ve been trying to complete the master bedroom paint. Over the 4th of July holiday weekend we were fortunate enough to get the ceiling texture finished in this room. With the humidity in full swing it took time for things to dry enough for me to do the knockdown and priming/painting. As you can see in this photo, trim paint was also completed but I still need to do something with the closet interior.
Today is one of those days I just need to curl up and take a nap. Better yet, I just want to forget the house exists for the next 24 hours. Unfortunately, that is not going to happen. Instead, I immerse myself into the wonderful world of kitchen island and dining room lighting. Yes dear, I finally made up my mind and ordered everything today! It only took me 3 days to make my decision, the lighting needs to be perfect after all.
The garden is still chugging along full steam ahead. As predicted, we have lettuce and zucchini ready to harvest. Everything coming in is a sad reminder that my kitchen is in shambles. I was able to blanch and freeze some spinach earlier in the week but the camper kitchen is a far cry from having a complete workable kitchen. I’m crossing my fingers we will get the house completed by the time canning season rolls around.
The ducks are still growing and I take a lot of ribbing when it comes to how much I enjoy them. My husband seems to think both he and my son take a back seat to those “damn ducks”. As I told him, that will never happen but at least the ducks don’t talk smack, they just talk “quack”.
In any case, chickens are on the horizon in a few weeks. My husbands co-worker is raising them past the brooder stage for us so I’m sure they will be ready any day now. Or, maybe in a few weeks after my visit back home to Michigan. I’m sure my husband would appreciate not having to mess with them while I’m away. See, I do think of him!
And for the sake of being fair, my husband and I didn’t do all the work. A big shout out to my son for pressure washing the house in week 9! The years of spider webs and dead bug build up really needed to go!