Last weekend, our schedule was full. And by full ... I mean, FULL.
Jake had a double header in Muscatine on Saturday and well as his first flag football game on Sunday afternoon. Drew had his first soccer game Saturday morning and his flag football game on Saturday afternoon.
Big Daddy and I would be going in opposite directions the entire weekend.
And then the rain started.
And it rained and rained. And then rained some more.
Soccer was canceled. Then football. Then finally baseball.
We were given a gift. A gift of a weekend. It would have been a crime to waste it. Right?
So I suggested Big Daddy paint the kitchen and living room. The colors have been picked for months. The new curtains and rod for the living room were waiting patiently in the garage.
He moaned. Then groaned. Said "no" about 15 times.
Then I did what every woman should do when their husband says they won't paint when they really really want them to. I fell on the floor, kicked my legs and flailed my arms, opened my mouth as wide as I could and tantrumed like a 2 year old. Wait, more like a 3 year old. I think the art of this tactic should be taught in a premarital seminar that every wife-to-be must attend.
I just happen to be lucky that I've had so much experience with these types of tantrums, that I've got it mastered. Down to a science, actually.
And Big Daddy painted.
Then he hung my new curtain rod.
And the curtains I've had purchased and waiting to be hung don't work.
Not to mention that Big Daddy treated himself to a little somethin' somethin' for all the time and effort he put in.
Turns out he is pretty darned happy.
Me on the other hand, I'm left with naked windows, as well as being strapped to this house all day waiting for the DirectTV guy to come hook up HDTV ...
Oh, and a fireplace mantel that is driving me crazy.
More on that later.
There's always a price, isn't there?
