choices

On Thursday Ethan went down for an unexpected nap. He's to that age now where napping is kind of iffy, unfortunately. I think he's trying to out grow them which is a bummer, but it's going to happen at some point I guess. So, when I found myself with some free time I had a really tough time choosing what to do. Should I dig out of my office that has seen better days before Christmas? Do I do the laundry? The kitchen was a mess, the bathrooms needed scrubbed. In fact, I think just about every household chore was lacking this day. And then there's the "me" time dilema, should I just use the time to nap or take a break?Should I sit on the couch and catch up on Grey's Anatomy? I'm dying to start my new book? Hmmm, what to do what to do? Well, I decided the thing I wanted most was to have the formal room finished for crying out loud. I'm so sick of this project. So, I put on the painting clothes and worked until I heard Ethan cry. I finished all of the green! It was such a good feeling, I was so glad that this was how I chose to spend the time. On Saturday Rich and I rigged a paint brush and extention pole with tape and were thankfully able to reach the creases in the vaulted ceiling if we stood on a very tall ladder. I hate being at the top of a very tall ladder - I was almost having a panic attack up there. But, it's done. I mean, DONE DONE. No more painting. We obviously still need to clean up and add blinds, but the painting, the mudding, the moulding, all the hard stuff, is done. I uncovered the piano from it's plastic and lovingly wiped it down with dusting oil. I can't wait to move the furniture in here and actually start USING this room! I can't wait to unpack the phototgraph boxes that are in the garage! YAY!