What the heck! My thermostat says it is 72 degrees in my house. Why am I bundled up with my nose running like I am in the frozen tundra???? I need to know what happens to the blood of a girl, born and raised on the East Coast, where cold is COLD-- like below ZERO cold, that makes me unable to handle 72 degrees?????? I remember walking to the bus stop, and it wasn't a short walk, in ice and snow, with the snot literally freezing in my nose. Where breathing the frigid air made my lungs burn. My son loves when I tell stories like that, because he is positive I am exaggerating. But if you grew up in Southern Pennsylvania, between 1976-1985, you can back me up. I have lived in SoCal for 7 years.... and I have turned in to the biggest wimp ever. Go figure.
I am swirling in chaos! Our little remodeling projects, ie: painting the boys rooms, have resulted in a whirl of mess, mess, mess. My husband has been diligently painting walls, repurposing furniture, meanwhile all of the clothing, shoes, toys, junk, furniture we are no longer using, etc... is lining the hallways and rooms of my house! We have tried to engage the boys in this project, but it has somehow eluded them that they have any responsibility for putting the house back together, so it it a painful exercise of command and whine. Today, we must put it back, we cannot start the week in madness. So my day, is going to be interesting. They need to help, a lot. I need to figure out how to motivate them to help, without them feeling like they are being tortured. Wish me luck, at 10:30, video games, and NFL TV go off, and cleaning commences. I'd better have another cup of coffee, and pray for the next half hour, I'm gonna need it.
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