It’s just a rainy Saturday, a perfect day to get caught up on cleaning the house, the closet or some other productive household chore. But I’m just not in the mood. This is something I’ll regret tomorrow or the next day, but not today. Today, I just want to relax and do nothing productive. The dogs aren’t even any fun. They’re lying curled up on the bed snoozing, enjoying the rainy day too.
The only one who is getting anything accomplished is Mitch. He is diligently working on the re-construction of the guest bathroom. He’s mudding and sanding and re-mudding and re-sanding the sheetrock seams, giving it his best shot, even though applying mud and sanding is not his forte. Of course this is adding to my guilt level, knowing that I’m being a slug and he’s slaving away.
I feel like painting something, maybe the kitchen. Painting is therapeutic for me. One small problem, I have no paint and haven’t even picked out a color yet. But that doesn’t stop me from thinking about painting the kitchen; it just adds to the mental guilt list of one more thing I could be doing if I had been more proactive in deciding on a color and buying the paint. I could run to Lowes and hurriedly pick out a color and just start painting. Of course we all know how well my painting projects go.
Good thing it’s a small kitchen.
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