Coming home each day the past week has been like Forrest Gump's proverbial box of chocolates. We never know what we're going to get.
On Thursday… It was an unhooked vanity in the upstairs bathroom. No normal bathroom routines up there. On Friday… It was a disheveled family room, half the old floor remaining, half the flooring replaced. No couch-lounging, Netflix binging over there. On Monday… It was a kitchen in disarray, all the furniture pushed into the dining room. No cooking in there. On Tuesday… It was an entryway closet completely emptied, its contents of shoe racks and coats and snow gear deposited in the living room. No indoor space for kids to play anywhere. On Wednesday… It was an unexpectedly disconnected dishwasher, with not a clean plate in the kitchen post dinner. No first world easy button over here. On Thursday… Well, today is Thursday. It’s painting day. After work, I anticipate… chocolates. Some kind of chocolates from the chocolate box. Chocolates that are probably unlike one we’ve already enjoyed. The guarantee is that we have no idea what we’re going to get today!
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3/16/2023 06:15:13 am
SUch a clever way t describe the torment of renovation!
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