You know, one of these days I'm going to get my techie husband to show me how to download and post pictures on here. Until then, here's where we're at with the decor:
Hubby goes out of town, so Saturday I hit the Depot with eyes bright. LOVE the Depot. Land of decorating possibilities. Decide on a paint called creme brule. Nice brown shade but not too brown. Darker then I originally thought of going, but had a problem with another paint being too light downstairs so took the risk.
Got home, strained and moved the giant bed away from the wall, dragged ladder up the stairs being careful not to scuff walls, set-up my supplies, and got to it.
Too too too too dark.
Got gallon of too light paint from garage, started mixing. Waste not, want not. And now that they have that wonderful color matching technology, I can even run out of my newly invented color and go back for more.
Decide it's pretty good and paint three walls. #4 is out because I can't budge the damn armoire, and now it's getting dusky and I can't see as well.
Still not sure if I like the color. NONE of the potential curtains match.
Got sick Monday AM. Sick sick. Lost 7lbs sick. Full body cleansing sick. Please god kill me because I am tired of putting my face where my ass just was sick.
Start of a diet. Figured tummy was shrunk, may as well try and take advantage and keep it that way.
Um, what other tangent.
First foster care class last night. 3 hours. Booooooring. OK, they tried to make it interesting, but when you already know all that stuff it can't help but be a bore, right? Or am I a stuck-up Child Protective Services case manager?? Probably both, but I'm ok with that.
Must survive 10 more classes. I can make it. I hope I can make it. I have to make it. If I can't keep my head up and eyes open through this, how will I survive sleepness nights with a crying infant? This is the thought that will motivate me the next 3 months while I smile and nod at the gate keeper of my future family.