mired oxen

my daughter's science fair project: test subject barley

Have you ever had one of those days when numerous of your oxen wander into the mire?  If so, then you can completely relate to my weekend.  I had planned to post my book, finish up the interviews for my blog tour, blog every day and do the laundry.  Here's what I got:

Friday night, 1.3.14:  The sheet rock guy shows up at 5:15 to tape and mud our basement.  He brings his cute, easy-going kid along to keep him company.  We have a super-small house (about 1800 feet), so my daughter barricades herself in her bedroom to avoid interacting.  9:25, the sheet rock guy leaves.

Saturday day, 1.4.14:  I'm psyched to blog and write only to learn my husband has to work and therefore I have to cover various things in the basement with plastic.  I cover said various things only to learn my daughter has not started on her science project powerpoint presentation.  So I help her go through her data and begin said presentation.  I'm just finishing up when the sheet rock guy and his cute, easy-going kid show up to sand and do the second coat of mud.  Said daughter vacates to her room; I cook dinner.

Sunday, 1.5.14:  I'm psyched to write, only to find out that said sheet rock guy is coming at 10:00.  The entire house fills with dust; that stuff can creep around anything.  My husband and I spend five hours vacuuming, mopping, cleaning, etc.  Said daughter helps by shoveling snow off the deck.

Tomorrow is another day . . . .