I started on Sunday. Let me break it down into numbers for you:
Number of hours it took to make a total mess of my studio (see above) in preparation of the big re-do: 1
Number of hours it will take to put it all back together: Shall we count in weeks?
Number of trips to Lowe's: 5
Number of carabiners purchased as bribery sharing the torture joy of shopping at Lowe's with my 3 little ones: 6
Number of boxes of purged stuff packed up for Goodwill: 4
Number of boxes that should be packed up for Goodwill in order to avoid the clutter that started this whole thing: 10
Number of middle-of-the-night paint color freak-outs: 1
Number of nights we've been up past midnight to put 'just one more coat' of paint on: 4
Number of vintage dresses I spilled paint on: 1
Number of times I've stepped in the paint tray: 2
Number of splotches of spilled paint on my gorgeous hardwood floor: 18 (Ezra counted, and yes, I'm using dropcloths - I'm just messy)
Number of times I've cursed putting the shelving together: Oh, a lot
Number of times I cursed putting the shelves together after reading the instructions: Um, none
Number of spousal renovation spats: just 1 {Steve just read that and called me a liar}, Okay, 2
Number of times I've twitchily begged asked Calvin to let me use his sewing machine because mine is buried: 2
Number of times I've said "Oh, Sweet Rhapsody, I love you so": 65 (give or take a few)
To be continued...
