I said I've been disjointed. Off. Not normal. I've been doing anything and everything to avoid working on putting together my dad's memorial. Seriously. Anything. And. Everything.
For example, I had new carpet installed. And that meant I had to clean out and rearrange and put back everything on the upper level of our house. That took a while. And while I was at it, I did the closets. I blogged about The Great Closet Turn Around. Well, I did that in ALL the closets. I stowed the ski stuff and sorted the hats, gloves, scarves & mittens. I cleaned out our closet and rearranged it. And put contact paper in the drawers. And I put cork in the kitchen cabinets. And I magnet painted the front door. And then I removed monkey art from Mimi's room. She has officially entered the princess phase. And I completely re-did the bathroom. The powder room. And that was after the tile project in the master bath where I went crazy with stripping and re-caulking and resealing all the grout. See, anything and everything to avoid scanning pictures and working on a memorial.
Poor MOTH. When some women are upset, they shop until their credit card bleeds. Some women eat their body weight in bon-bons. Me? I hang out at Lowe's or Home Depot waiting for Yard Crashers to come find me. And I do home improvement projects. I paint. I caulk. I mud things. I love to work with cement. I fiddle with plumbing and change all the batteries in the smoke detectors. I switch out the furnace filters. I replace washers in the hoses and I piddle around with spray paint. Oh, golly, I just love spray paint. The must think I'm huffing at Home Depot. I've purchased five or six cans in the last month. Here's the point we are at now:
** Ring. Ring. **
Me: "Hello? Oh, hi husband . . . . oh, nothing . . . I'm at Home Depot."
He says, "Oh, crap . . what did I do?"