It has begun.
There's an air compressor in the kitchen. My husband's new computer is on the kitchen table. I had to rent a pneumatic nail something or rather on my lunch hour yesterday. The desk is in the middle of the hall, next to a box of Sleep Is for the Weak books for Atlanta (no off-site booksellers, so alas, it's the cashbox for me again), the infamous Sharpies and a 2' x 3' sign that says SIGNING TODAY that arrived from Kinko's yesterday.
The wood is in a huge pile.
The little angel's trundle bed is akimbo, as my mother likes to sleep there when she stays. I looked at her this morning, fear in my eyes, since my grad school friends are coming over at 4 p.m. to meet E's adorable new baby.
I know they can roll with it, but hello? My house is in shambles.
"This is the way to have people over," my mother said. "Then you don't even have to clean! Just invite them over in the middle of a project." (Blondie, Ma is sitting right here, so I can violate the normal rule to not ever quote or put a photo of her on the blogs.)
The little angel, Ma and I are going to go shopping now. I'm not allowed to touch the power tools after what I did to the little angel's bathroom. I've accepted my fate after years of reacting against it. Now, we're going to remove ourselves from the dust and chaos and instead go look at pretty things we can't really afford.