Tonight I hit the wall.
I fell asleep in the car on the way home from Costco and don't remember a thing since. No worries. John was driving. If I had married a more irresponsible man this might have been a tragic post because by the time I woke up, who knows where or what my kids would be doing. Instead the house was picked up and the kids tucked in their beds. Bless him!
One teensy, itty-bitty problem... I missed my deadline. Crappity, crap, crap! There is a big friggin' difference between 11:59 EST and 11:59 PST. I slept through both, but still...
I have been working on the kitchen in order to enter in a budget makeover contest. The winner gets $5,000 to their favorite home improvement store. Every time I have attempted to submit my entry this week there has been a problem. My picture files are too large, there are too many words (even though I know there aren't), Porkchop banging on the key board, I got busy and forgot, blah..blah...blah...Every couple of hours I've told my husband, "Do not let me forget to submit my entry." When I woke up with a start and demanded to know what time it was, I was crushed. 12:47 a.m. Oct 1. The contest has closed.
Not that I would have won necessarily, but...it would have been fun. You never know.
You feel so bad for me.
Do you feel $5,000.00 dollars bad?
I think my husband might be good for a new rug or a trip to IKEA.
I had better pictures, but now I can't find them. It might have something to do with feeling completely hungover, hormonal, and 1:08 a.m. Clearly, this was not meant to be. Keep in mind, it was all done with a little elbow grease, some paint, and some more cheap paint. My elbow will never be the same, and I charge at least five grand to help anyone pain their kitchen or their cabinets. Oh, who am I kidding? I am cheap and easy. I will help anyone for an afternoon of entertaining my kids, a Snicker's bar, and a freezing cold Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper with lots of ice. Forget your checkbook, but do not forget the ice.