Lazy Saturday

It's been a gorgeously sunny day, no hats or mitts needed. We walked down to the beach and watched the dogs play in the surf.

The apartment is a disaster, as usual. It feels like a constant battle - one I'm losing. We had the bathroom ripped out last week. The previous owners did their own tiling and though it was pretty nice looking, they did a crap job and the tiles started popping off leaving patches of puffy whipped cream-like drywall. Because they tiled floor to ceiling we had to replace the walls of the whole bathroom, since we couldn't match it. It's mostly back together but we still have to paint and sand and seal. Our bathroom stuff is crammed across the hall.

The kitchen cupboard is open and I see a thousand boxes of tea tumbling all over each other. What I wouldn't give for just a little more space. We need to paint, but that will be another long painful process as we have nowhere to put things while a specific area gets painted.

Also D is sick. Being the loving wife I am I went out and bought Vitamin C and Cold-FX and and lozenges, but the bedroom floor is littered with small white balls of kleenex. I am praying I don't get it as I already feel tired and sick enough! And there'll be no Tylenol Cold or Cold FX for me.