I spent last week getting the basement organized and prepped for painting. I am extremely excited, yet underwhelmed about this project seeing as Josh changed the game plan mid-prep. We had decided to completely ignore the popcorn ceiling issue and just smack the paint right on top, yes, we had decided that. "We" now have decided to scrape the popcorn right off before painting.
"It won't be that bad," he says.
"Okay," I say. "I will paint after you scrape. Deal?"
And so it will go like that.
All of the light fixtures and vents were removed during the plans. Would you believe that we found the mouse graveyard in one of the monster vents? The boys thought it was entirely the coolest archaeological finding, much cooler than the note in our bathroom wall or date etching in our basement floor. I was thinking about being resentful that our country house attracts mice like any other country house, but I'm not going to. Thank goodness we are now mice free and have active plans to keep them out. I love my house and I am so grateful for it, mice or not.
A few days ago we talked with the kids about having an attitude of gratitude. The pictures show all the living and non-living things I am feeling very grateful for, I mean, if I were to put it in first grade terms.