I feel physically pretty spent tonight after a week of hauling Clara back and forth from room to room in our house or to and from the park since the hallway which links each of the bedrooms and bathrooms and living spaces is totally torn up and I can't let her toddle through that space thanks to the uncontrollable dust that settles everywhere, not to mention the possibility of her finding miniscule chips of drywall or a rogue paint chip to stuff in her maw. Poor thing has been cooped up either in her bedroom playing with the same toys every day or in the office where I play the piano for her while she bangs on the bass keys trying to upset my rhythm with her discordant pounding. I finally resorted to downloading some apps on my phone for her to play with, which I am trying unsuccessfully to convince myself is a perfectly fine thing to do for a 1-year-old. Her favorite one is "It's a Small World" which goes from land to land like the Disney ride and plays the song.
I spent this week on the phone a lot. Calling plumbers, granite places, ceiling texturers, etc. But thankfully, things are coming along smoothly and we spent last night and today (Saturday) primering and painting the ceiling and primering the walls. We should be able to finish painting the walls by early this next week, a gas line is being run on Wednesday, and cabinets are scheduled to be installed the following week. Glory! I cannot wait to have a place to put dishes and utensils and washcloths and bibs again. Right now they are all in a jumbled mess in the garage.
Have I mentioned that I am using Clara's baby bathtub (that she outgrow a long time ago) as our sink to wash dishes? I don't even think it's gross (I cleaned it really well first after all) but I do think it is hilarious. And it is making me positively itch with anticipation as I look forward to cracking open that shiny new dishwasher sitting in the garage.
We finished our education hours on Thursday night by reading a book about the sexual abuse of children and I am glad to have that behind us. Other than Paul getting himself pricked with a needle to see if he has tuberculosis and getting the state to send back our fingerprint forms which we submitted back in JANUARY (for crying out loud the-government-of-California, can you get your act together please?), everything is ready for us to be approved to adopt again. Woo-hoo!
Anyway, that is the quick update on our week.