I think I've inhaled way too many toxins over the last week and it's made me a wee bit loopy. This morning I slept until 9:00 which is totally unheard of and then while at church I was a smidglet irritable. Hubby forgot his wallet so I had to drive home on the 405 to the 55 and then the 5. I have no idea why, but I become completely disoriented on those two freeways and the way they merge from one to the next is enough to unnerve the calmest of drivers, which is why it's always hubby's job to drive. The next thing I know I'm giggling uncontrollably and can't stop. Did I get too much sleep? Is it the smell of all the chemicals in the cottage? Or am I just losing it? I don't know, but what ever it is I hope it passes soon.
We're still working on our room and have got to the "painting faze!" One coat down, one to go! Then we have to install all the bead board, paint it, move the furniture back in, and put shelves in the closet. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? I think so, but it's taking longer then I thought it would. But then why should I expect anything to go smoothly when it comes to this cottage of mine? It's almost as if it has a personality of its own and doesn't like change...too bad little cottage because your going to get fixed whether you like it or not. OK, you're probably thinking, "Cori, it's not the chemicals, your losing it!" I think it's the chemicals.
Well, I think I'm going to take a nap and hopefully by Tuesday I'll have some pictures of my progress to share with you all. The picture above is the room after we cleaned the walls and had it prepped for painting. Last night at 9:00 we were rehanging the window as the spring broke and we couldn't move it up or down. We had to remove all the molding to pull the window out then hubby had to dash off to Home Depot to buy a new spring.
OK, I'm going now because this post is just getting loopier and loopier. I hope you all have a lovely Sunday evening.