Not the kind of disgruntled that invokes action. The kind that invokes lethargy and distance.
You know that kind??
And I couldn't pinpoint where it came from. Which made me feel more disgruntled.
I didn't get to put the shelves up in the massage room. I was planning on that, and hoping for it, but Jack had a headache and the power drill isn't charged.
So I decided to paint doors. Not the most exciting thing ever, but it was FORWARD. Ya know?
Then I thought, "What the heck!"
So I started cutting baseboard (now that Jack's shown me how to use the miter saw -- the hefty one, not the handheld one).
And my disgruntledness is dissipating.
AND our house is started to look put together!!!
Look for pictures on my 365 page. I haven't taken any yet, but I will, no worries.
1 comment:
I know the feeling, Danielle. I get that way sometimes, too. And I can never figure out what my deal is. Just send me to my room and put me in a time out. :) I'm excited you did a little more on your house. I'm sure you feel the weight of it just slipping off. So cool.
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