For all of those eagerly awaiting updates on the Master Disaster Plan weekend event, I apologize. I returned home on Saturday simply too tired to post. I hope you accept this belated post as my apology.
Pretend it's Saturday night...
It's been a long day filled with trials and tribulations. The painting helper we were expecting today got sick and couldn't come. My oldest sister was late showing up due to "not feeling well" herself. I say it in quotes because none of us really believes she miraculously recovered from some illness that struck suddenly for about an hour and didn't affect her the rest of the weekend, but whatever. My little sister showed up just before noon in heels and announced she was two hours early. My older sister (the one that made the schedule and may be plagued with her own form of OCD) took the role of cruise director. It was actually quite nice to have someone else there to boss people around. My favorite was the way she had to keep tabs on Mom. It was her job to help Mom purge all the useless crap out of her home (and there was plenty of it!). Watching her try to keep Mom focused on the task at hand offered quite a bit of humor to my day. In all fairness, she lives in the cities and doesn't get to enjoy (have to endure) the craziness on a daily basis.
Favorite quote of the day, "I'm just gonna put it here for now." Mom tried that one and almost sent Teresa over the edge.
We painted until we were all several shades of earth tone brown with a splash of orange and at the end of the day we were all exhausted. Teresa and I (who apparently love punishment) agreed to take Mom to the mall to shop for draperies. Seems like a simple enough task - BUT THE MALL IS AN HOUR AWAY! My favorite part of that endeavor was when I got pulled over ~yeah!
At the end of it all I dragged my butt home to an understanding husband only to pass out and dream about day three.
OMG - I nearly forgot to include my near death experience! So, my mother's living room / dining room has this great cathedral ceiling. After lunch I decided it was time to edge the top of the wall right at the peak. I dragged Jack's over sized grimy extension ladder out of the garage and tried to manhandle it into position. My brother-in-law (the one we lovingly refer to as Kristaturd even though I'm pretty sure he hates it) kindly offered to brace the feet of the ladder while I climbed to the top. After a bit he was satisfied that the ladder would go no where and I didn't need him. And for a while I didn't. After the third move I was climbing up there thinking, "you know, if this ladder fell I would end up flinging this paint container and what a huge mess that would make." So I placed the container on top of a plant shelf. Just as I laid it down my ladder started sliding. It slid about a foot down the wall until there was only about 3 more inches until it was going to let loose from it's perch and crash down in the middle of the kitchen. Luckily I had put another ladder in close proximity and was able to climb onto it in time. I staggered out the garage and informed my mother that if I died in her house I was going to haunt her for sure!
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