The Feng Shui in our home is off. Or maybe it’s the Wang Chung. I dunno, I always get those two confused. Anyway, everything is all higgledy-piggledy in la casa de Madden to the point that I don’t know what goes where or what happens in each room. And why is that, you may ask? Because…
We are redecorating. Nothing major, just a fresh coat of paint on the downstairs walls. And new paint on all the trim. And the doors. And then Michael’s tearing up the floor in the foyer and the downstairs bath so he can put in new tile. And then maybe when all that’s done, he’ll finally put the toilet back in downstairs. You know, the one he took out two years ago? Right after our darling pixie Sam was born?
Yeah, that one. So it’s not a BIG job because we’re not replacing furniture, but maybe it’s a big job because Michael’s doing all this painting and ripping up the floors and tiling and re-toileting stuff. Oh, what am **I** doing? The most important job of all – keeping the kids out of his hair. And out of the fresh paint.
I love my husband, and he loves me. And I will be so grateful when we get that downstairs toilet re-installed that I think I will take that man to bed…
And let him sleep for a week. ‘Cause he’s gonna need it.
