Mooch a Smooch

We are still remodeling our laundry room.

My poor Lumberjack has been trying hard to finish it quickly, but he has been really busy at work and we were all sick.

So, in the meantime, my kitchen still looks like this:

(The laundry room branches directly off of the kitchen, therefore the kitchen has become the dumping grounds)

Yes.

My kitchen is a disaster.

But don't lose heart!

The Lumberjacklings have found a way to have fun amidst the chaos.

They lined up all The Lumberjack's tubie-thingies of caulk . . .

and did some bowling.

Weird kids.

And it was at this point in the evening that I pondered whether or not this whole 7 year remodeling business had gone on too long.

I sure hope we are done with this foolishness soon.

If  you peer behind Sweet Pea, you can notice:

A)  We have trim!

B)  We have a floor!

C)  We have a coat closet door!

D)  We have bead board (HOLLA!)!

E)  We have a dog.

F)  Her name is Mabel.

G)  We have trucks.  Lots of trucks.  Everywhere.  Except in the toy box.

Someday the laundry room will be finished.

Interruption:  Please excuse the poor attempt on my part to "French Braid" Daisy Mae's hair.

I do not know how to French Braid.

I just made that up.

Luckily, she doesn't know the difference.

Please.

Don't be jealous of my skills.

But until then . . .

We choose to bowl.

Look!  I captured Handsome Dude in the air!

Can we not agree I am a most fantastic photographer?

Such an action shot!

Regarding yesterday's post . . .

I know you all think Little Dude was too young to be the hooligan who stuffed our remote into the VCR.

But, I disagree.

True.

He would not have even been a year old.

But he was a turd then, nonetheless.

And I distinctly remember him pulling himself up by the VCR/DVD combo machine and messing with the buttons and such.

Goodness.

That boy really wants to smooch me.

I can't say that I blame him.

Yes.

He is a naughty pants.

And he is also a cute little tiger.

Alert:  I have just realized that I have no idea what the purpose of this post is.

But I am going to roll with it anyways.

Anyways, last night, The Lumberjack was off to his Bible Study.

Hence the cookie-baking-caulk tubes-soccer ball-bowling-smooching events.

Yes.

This is the excitement that is my life.

Jealous?

And then, dear readers, a most extraordinary event occurred.

Bedtime!

Yes.  Little Dude is still trying to mooch a smooch.

Mooch a smooch!

 I am so clever I amaze even myself.

Fact:  You do not see clean-but-yet-to-be-put-away laundry atop my bed.

Nope.

I am super organized and always have all my chores done.

And now, dear readers, I would like to present to you:

Reason #2 For As To Why I Strongly Believe This Remodeling Nonsense Has Gone On Long Enough

(Reason #1 was the caulk-tube bowling.  Keep up, people!)

My son sleeps with a level.

I have a dream, people.

I have a dream that one day, I shall live in a house where no power drill sits on my kitchen counter.

I have a dream that one day, I shall not have to trip over the air-tubie part of the air compressor when simply trying to walk through my house.

I have a dream that one day, I shall be dusting regular dust off of my piano.  Not sheet rock dust.

I have a dream that one day, this darn house that we have been working on for seven years will be complete.

Of course, once it is finished, we will most likely move.

But it will be a completed chapter in our lives.

Until then, we will persevere.

We will finish that laundry room.

Go Team Lumberjack!

Of course, when I say "team", clearly I simply mean:

Go Lumberjack!

For I know not the difference between a sawzall and a rotozip.

Happy Tuesday!

PS-I am sorry about the lack of direction and purpose in this post.

PPS-I am happy to announce that I was not, in fact, lazy and uploaded approximately 14 pictures for this post.

PPPS- I must admit I did copy and paste a few pictures.

PPPPS- Dudes!  It had to be done!

Alright.

Farewell!