Will the painting ever be over? I am beginning to thnk that for the rest of my life I will be painting some wall or the other. Right now we are, well I should say I am (Jim doesn’t paint), painting the bathroom. Every ten minutes or so Eden comes in and says “What are you doing?” and I say “Painting, what are you doing?” I am painting the bathroom white because it seems that blue and lime green aren’t the most popular colors if you are trying to sell your house.

“What are you doing?” “Painting, what are you doing?”

It’s wierd what memories come up when you are sitting a in a bathroom, hugging the toilet, trying to paint the baseboards. I keep remembering all the thoughts I had while painting the bathroom the lovely blue and green. At that point I wasn’t even pregnant with Honor yet. It’t wierd to think of not even being pregnant. I can hardly remember when Honor was not part of our family. The good thing about selling our house is that I will never again have to paint that specific bathroom ever again. Gotta look at the bright side.

“What are you doing?” “Painting, what are you doing?”