It only took one bad day for me to realize how true this is. That "bad day" was Friday. I decided I'd better get my recently wallpaper-free walls "wiped down" and ready to paint, only to face a major setback. As soon as I started wiping down the walls I realized they were still coated with a thick layer of glue and paste. VERY discouraging, to say the least. I wanted to sit down, surrounded by my bare, gluey, LARGE, vaulted walls and cry. I didn't. Instead, I did a lot of research online, trying to find a way around all the scraping. No such thing. The glue has got to be scraped or the paint will flake, peel and chip. Not exactly the look I was going for...NEVER WALLPAPER YOUR WALLS. EVER. PLEASE.
Not long after this very disheartening news our fridge died. DEAD. GONE. PERMANENTLY. The electrician verified this over the phone and told us to go get ourselves a new fridge. LOVELY. Because we have hundreds of dollars sitting in our account not being used for bills, mortgage, or groceries....?!?
At this point I did sit down and have a good cry. (Did I mention we still don't have a working shower?) I was an emotional basketcase the rest of the day. Paul looked like he was about to explode when we realized we'd have to replace the fridge. That night he said, "You know, if we didn't have kids we could commit a double suicide." I laughed and cried at the same time.
However, things got better, as they always do. Our new fridge was delivered Saturday and that night I had a couple of friends come and help me scrape walls.
The point is I really thought we were ok. I thought I was actually doing pretty good. You know tough strong, supportive, keeping it all together. It didn't take much for me to unravel. And that's when I realized how close to the edge we are living.
So, if you're wondering how we're doing...well that really just depends on the day : )