Move over Chicken Little

I finished the sock and continued to loved the blue. Having some completely mindless stockinette was a god sent this past week. Things have been a little hectic. Little Clover received a lot of big kid accessories for his room and it was time to make the conversion. I called a painter to get some quotes, we set a date, and then completely packed up the contents of his room and shoved it in a disorganized state into our spare room. He had a lot of stuff.

The painters were supposed to come last Friday. I'd arranged to work from home and the remainder of that weekend would be spent in putting Little Clover's room back together, and I would beginning transitioning him on the blog from "Little Clover" to something else. Then, the sky fell, literally and figuratively.

We have textured ceilings in our house. The painters were to remove the textured ceiling in Little Clover's room, then in a few weeks, make their way into the master bathroom. I think the master bathroom got jealous because the textured ceiling began to fall in chunks last Wednesday night, while Little Clover was taking a shower. It was messy. We (actually, Italian, I stayed out of the way) scraped away at the ceiling late into the night and I packed up the master bath. Now, we had serious clutter and our lives were scattered around the four corners of our home, but that was going to be ok, the painters were coming Friday and our lives would be restored by Sunday.

I bet you can guess things didn't pan out that way. That Friday brought our first ice storm in about 10 years, which in turn, pretty much closed the city. The painters reschedule for Sunday, which only threw off my plan by two days. I could adjust. We enjoyed the ice, marveling at how pretty the trees and the grass looked encase in glimmering frozen water.

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Then, the painters cancelled for Sunday. Work is a little too hectic for me to try and arrange another work from home day, and I really needed to be able to get to my toothbrush without moving a fish tank, Little Clovers assortment of rocks and toys, and dancing around the shelves that were once in his room. I decided the painting needed to be done now. In an effort to preserve our sanity, Italian volunteered to handle the messiness that is removing a textured ceiling.

I bought painting supplies. Xavier Guy came over to help and Little Clover joined in the mix.

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We scrapped and scrapped, and prepped, and scrapped some more. My new goal was to have the painting done, and the rooms somewhat back in order before the big game Sunday. At a bare minimum, I want my toothbrush back in it's old corner of our bathroom.

We made the goal, and if there is any question as to where our loyalties lie, I'll let Little Clover's room answer that.

From Irish Clover

Let's go Colts!

From Irish Clover