Ok, when I say “we” I actually mean “Neil.” My contribution is to keep the children from touching the wet walls. That is a surprisingly difficult task. As soon as they know that they can’t touch it, it becomes a serious problem for them. Just walking through the room, they are inexplicably drawn to leaning on the wet wall, or using it to hold themselves up. You’d think they were 87 years old, the way they need to manhandle the walls just to get from one room to another…
Anyway, for the nearly 10 years we’ve lived here, our living room has been the same off-white shade that it was when we moved in. We decided it was time for a dramatic change, and we chose two colors for the room – pea green and the brown you see above. I really like it! I can’t wait to finish it, put our furniture back and re-hang our decorations on the wall, including a few “new” hand-me-down prints. I think a new living room rug, and new upholstery on the dining room chairs would really complete the look, but that might be a little longer in coming.
As part of my “keep the kids out of the paint” duties, I took them to my parents’ house for a little impromptu Labor Day cookout. They got to spend the afternoon with their cousins instead of in their father’s hair, which was a Good Thing for everybody. We had conversation in the back yard, lunch in the patio, and a shirts vs. skins football game in the front yard. Sort of. The three youngest kids, only one of which knew a football from a hole in the wall, were the skins. My oldest nephew, my 23-year-old brother and his friend were the shirts. Not exactly an even match, and it didn’t last very long, but it was funny.
I almost forgot – I made baked apples for breakfast today. It was a nice change of pace from my usual Fiber One bar, that’s for sure. I used this recipe from Simply Recipes, minus the nuts and raisins because Neil is not a fan of either and I generally don’t have them in the house anyway.
I have to keep reminding myself it’s Monday today. I hope I get my week straight before Thursday – I’d hate to forget to walk Aidan to the bus stop on his first day of school