Despite our best attempts
Eric and I are determined to get our shed up THIS WEEK. I'm tired of parking my car outside and I REALLY need the extra storage space. We made good progress on Sunday but two musical interruptions prevented us from completing the project. Early Monday morning as SOON as it was light enough to see we were at it again. Eric didn't have to leave for work until 10 am and we REALLY hoped we could at least get the roof on before he left. We slipped out of the house before the kids woke up. All was going well, we had about 1/8 of the roof siding up. I was trying to listen for sounds of life in the house but freely admit the drill did add a bit of interference. We weren't left to work in peace for long. WAAAAAAA, MOMMA, AAAAAAH. "Oh dear," Eric muttered, run see what is the matter. I raced to the house and was greeted by two little tear stained faces standing in the garage doorway.
"Oh momma," Amy wailed. "Michael and I were crying because we couldn't find you!"
"Yes," Michael chimed in, "But we 'pwayed' to Jesus to find you."
I reassured them I would never leave them. Apologized profusely for not hearing them sooner. And tried to rectify the situation by getting breakfast out on the table. After giving each of them cereal, bread, and fruit, I instructed Amy to "watch" Michael and hurried back out to help Eric.
Eric and I worked frantically for about 30 minutes then, "MOMMA."I ran back to the house.
"Momma," Amy exclaimed. "Michael has gone poo-poo on your floor, he couldn't wait to get to the toilet!" Sure enough, there was Michael standing in the middle of our bedroom with poop all over our nice cream colored carpet. It was gracious of him to remove his pants and squat down before finishing. It took a bit of ingenuity to get boy extracted from poop disaster without getting further poop everywhere but in about 15 minutes I had poop completely cleaned up, boy in new clothes, and soiled clothing appropriately disposed of. I escorted both kids back to the kitchen table to finish their breakfast then raced back outside to help (We were at a point that required two people). Another 20 minutes flew by, roof is nearly half covered but probably only a quarter completed.
"Momma! Come NOW, come QUICKLY!" Once more I RACE to the house. Amy meets me at the front door.
"Momma, Michael has broken his cereal bowl in the living room. He wanted to eat by the fireplace and he dropped his bowl."
"WHY, did you let him eat by the fireplace?" I asked in frustration as I surveyed the damage. Sure enough, cereal was all over living room floor although thankfully the bowl wasn't actually broken. At least my daughter had been savvy enough to roll the carpet back before the spill occurred.
"Mommy, it was an accident," Amy was quick to assure me. "Daddy let us eat by the fire last night and Michael wanted to get warm."
(Ahh yes, thank you dear for letting them eat in the living room next to the WHITE couches and WHITE carpet while I'm at work!)
Mess was cleaned up. I put their breakfast food away, told them to get dressed, and headed back outside to keep working.
Eric and I finish putting on the roof and he has to leave for work. He leaves me to finish bolting the siding down (one person job). By now kids are dressed. I bring them outside to play while I try to finish. I was really determined to have this shed DONE TODAY.
Kids run around playing and I get half of siding bolted down. I feel like I'm making good progress. Two more hours and we might be ready to install the doors...suddenly I notice Michael is acting really strangely. He's lying inside the shed. "What's wrong, buddy," I ask.
"I'm COLD."
"I reach over to feel his head, it's burning hot."
I drag him inside and check his temperature: 102.5F axillary. FABULOUS.
So...I pack up all the tools, pull tarp over the ALMOST completed shed, and call it quits. I guess despite my most determined intentions this shed won't be finished today and after a rapid flu test was positive I'm afraid it won't be finished tomorrow either.
"Oh momma," Amy wailed. "Michael and I were crying because we couldn't find you!"
"Yes," Michael chimed in, "But we 'pwayed' to Jesus to find you."
I reassured them I would never leave them. Apologized profusely for not hearing them sooner. And tried to rectify the situation by getting breakfast out on the table. After giving each of them cereal, bread, and fruit, I instructed Amy to "watch" Michael and hurried back out to help Eric.
Eric and I worked frantically for about 30 minutes then, "MOMMA."I ran back to the house.
"Momma," Amy exclaimed. "Michael has gone poo-poo on your floor, he couldn't wait to get to the toilet!" Sure enough, there was Michael standing in the middle of our bedroom with poop all over our nice cream colored carpet. It was gracious of him to remove his pants and squat down before finishing. It took a bit of ingenuity to get boy extracted from poop disaster without getting further poop everywhere but in about 15 minutes I had poop completely cleaned up, boy in new clothes, and soiled clothing appropriately disposed of. I escorted both kids back to the kitchen table to finish their breakfast then raced back outside to help (We were at a point that required two people). Another 20 minutes flew by, roof is nearly half covered but probably only a quarter completed.
"Momma! Come NOW, come QUICKLY!" Once more I RACE to the house. Amy meets me at the front door.
"Momma, Michael has broken his cereal bowl in the living room. He wanted to eat by the fireplace and he dropped his bowl."
"WHY, did you let him eat by the fireplace?" I asked in frustration as I surveyed the damage. Sure enough, cereal was all over living room floor although thankfully the bowl wasn't actually broken. At least my daughter had been savvy enough to roll the carpet back before the spill occurred.
"Mommy, it was an accident," Amy was quick to assure me. "Daddy let us eat by the fire last night and Michael wanted to get warm."
(Ahh yes, thank you dear for letting them eat in the living room next to the WHITE couches and WHITE carpet while I'm at work!)
Mess was cleaned up. I put their breakfast food away, told them to get dressed, and headed back outside to keep working.
Eric and I finish putting on the roof and he has to leave for work. He leaves me to finish bolting the siding down (one person job). By now kids are dressed. I bring them outside to play while I try to finish. I was really determined to have this shed DONE TODAY.
Kids run around playing and I get half of siding bolted down. I feel like I'm making good progress. Two more hours and we might be ready to install the doors...suddenly I notice Michael is acting really strangely. He's lying inside the shed. "What's wrong, buddy," I ask.
"I'm COLD."
"I reach over to feel his head, it's burning hot."
I drag him inside and check his temperature: 102.5F axillary. FABULOUS.
So...I pack up all the tools, pull tarp over the ALMOST completed shed, and call it quits. I guess despite my most determined intentions this shed won't be finished today and after a rapid flu test was positive I'm afraid it won't be finished tomorrow either.
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