Over the years I have read many a famous blogger regale readers with witty and charming tales of buying houses and moving, and I have decided one thing: Either they were all full of crap or they all lived a hell of a lot closer to Home Depot than I do.
One can either write about sanding a wall, or one can sand it. Both is not an option.
Midnight has found me, every night this week, paint-splattered, hand-cramped, and exhausted. So exhausted that yesterday the twins couldn't wake me in the morning. At least until Victoria found a screwdriver.
I'm just happy she used the dull end.
I was doing a bit of home improvement myself this weekend. Of course, no one poked me in the eye with any tools so I considered it a success. Ouch.
Posted by: Vikki | November 13, 2007 at 05:09 PM
I, too, am glad she used the dull end. Holy crap, that has to hurt!
Posted by: Lora | November 13, 2007 at 05:16 PM
Whoa. Forget what I said about hiding the nail gun...doesn't matter. They're going to kill you with or without it.
Posted by: You can call me, 'Sir' | November 13, 2007 at 05:20 PM
Ouch!!!!
Posted by: Veronica | November 13, 2007 at 05:36 PM
Good lord, I'm off to mail that coffee *right now*!
Posted by: Amy :) | November 13, 2007 at 06:39 PM
Oh holy crap-- OW!!!
Posted by: Sassy | November 13, 2007 at 08:10 PM
Wow, what an AWESOME way to wake up in the morning.
Posted by: Tammy | November 13, 2007 at 08:33 PM
OW! I'm glad she didn't aim *directly* at your eyeball! Holy crap!
Posted by: Hatchet | November 13, 2007 at 08:46 PM
Hmmm, if that's what its like when you own a house, maybe I should work harder at breaking the contract on my house... I think that would be a less painful option.
Posted by: Liesel Elliott | November 13, 2007 at 09:46 PM
Ouch!
Posted by: Lisa C. | November 14, 2007 at 01:10 AM
After you thank which ever deity you pray to, and call your mother to assure her that your eyesight is intact and that you didn't poke your eye out, I suggest, young man, that you put your tools away when you're through with them.
Posted by: Petunia | November 14, 2007 at 08:22 AM
Hmmm, lesson #1
Posted by: Gdada | November 14, 2007 at 08:54 AM
Ouch! Better hide the pliers. Now.
Posted by: Becky | November 14, 2007 at 08:58 AM
Ahh...yet another photo to show at her wedding, let's hope the photo montage doesn't get too much larger, hopefully no more photos that involve sharp instruments. Hope the eye feels better, my sympathies.
Posted by: Angela | November 14, 2007 at 09:17 AM
No fucking way!!! Tell me you really walked into a wall or The Mom slugged you.
Posted by: Anne Prince | November 14, 2007 at 09:18 AM
Dude, that's what you get for not unpacking the Webkinz FIRST. Priorities, my man, priorities!
Posted by: Diane | November 14, 2007 at 09:23 AM
Children have no idea of the pain they are capable of inflicting!
My daughter sliced my retina with a finger poke when she was a toddler. Walking around with a patch on my eye for 24 hours, I found out just how many mothers and one father whom this had also happened too!
Good luck with the home repairs, just remember the house will always be there!
Posted by: Amy | November 14, 2007 at 10:28 AM
amazing what a kid can do. i've experienced more physical abuse in the past two years from my son than i have throughout my entire life.
feel better! and have fun explaining that one to everyone who sees you! hahaha... :)
Posted by: mama's got moxie | November 14, 2007 at 10:40 AM
Youch!
And anyone who can make the process of buying a house and then moving your life's possession into it a witty and charming tale is a gifted fiction writer. Nothing more.
By the time we moved into our first purchased house (about 18 months ago) I was ready to be committed. I think the anxiety didn't fully ebb until we'd successfully made a year of mortgage payments without going down the financial crapper.
Anyway, good luck. And keep those tools out of toddler hands!
Posted by: Nicole | November 14, 2007 at 11:16 AM
Oh dear jeebus! I thought my 7 month old beats me up, but now I am terrified of what he will be capable of when he is two.
Posted by: Chantelle | November 14, 2007 at 11:29 AM
Sweet monkeys alive! Man, she really got you good for dropping her on her head that one time. That's definite child abuse there, you might be able to get The Mom to finally put that lock in their door so they can't get out. Or at least have her do some of the home repairs.
Posted by: sourpatchbaby | November 14, 2007 at 12:19 PM
Owwwwwwwwwwwwooooooo!!
Posted by: Polly | November 14, 2007 at 12:32 PM
oh sh-t!
Posted by: Shiri | November 14, 2007 at 12:47 PM
Owwwww!
I am amazed that you were able to turn THAT into a funny story.
Posted by: Liza | November 14, 2007 at 01:43 PM
Turner or Felipe?
Posted by: Jess | November 14, 2007 at 01:51 PM