We're on the cusp of soccer season, which means my meal planning is about to go down the drain and I'll be even worse about responding to texts and other messages than usual. I don't understand those parents whose children are involved in every activity under the sun. How do they cope? Or, possibly the more accurate question, what are they on? Because the soccer season is pretty darn short, I know, and it almost does me in every time. Plus I show up at half the games eating a bowl of chili or bierocks or whatever because Caedmon's games are always at suppertime and very little can successfully come between me and my food.
Now that we have practices and games and such on the schedule it's time for me to break out the giant, color-coded family calendar again so that we all have half a prayer of showing up to the right place on the right day- but when I went to to put it in its appointed place on the desk, I remembered the latest thing Derek and I have signed ourselves up for that will no doubt be great long-term, but short-term? It simultaneously fills me with excitement and makes me want to cry tears of self-pity.
That's right. Those are boxes of tile. Eight of them, because either a) our current shower is old and gross, b) as a couple Derek and I enjoy punishing ourselves, or c) all of the above.
If you were a student of dubious ambition whose test-taking strategy was "when in doubt, 'c' out," then congratulations, it's worked for you again. Our current shower is both significantly past its prime and in need of replacing, and we hate ourselves. You may remember the last time we tiled a surface in our house, our still-loved kitchen backsplash, the memories of which have developed a gentle patina in my mind to the extent that I'm willing to shrug and take on a "once more unto the breach" attitude. At least I was before searching out that old tiling blog post. That was a lot of bloodshed on Derek's part and sleep-deprived, half-maniacal laughter on mine. But those boxes are heavy, and I really hate returning things, so...