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A quick update while I'm taking a break
We're putting all the free labor to hard work---if the early bedtime and stiff bodies last night are any indication. Dave and Dad were able to remove the roof last night. I was able to trench the new landscaping bed---using our electric trencher to cut a line, our manual trenching tool to make the trench and then a hoe and rake to pull back the dirt into the bed--without too much problem. Mom has done an excellent job on the staining. We are so psyched to see how beautiful the wine racks are going to turn out!
Fatigue
The odd thing is how stunningly tired I was. I certainly did not do anything I'd previously call strenuous yesterday, but boy oh boy, was I ready for bed. My arms were actually throbbing I was so tired. I know it's because I'm sharing my blood, oxygen and food with another human, but who woudda thunk such a small being would sap so much out of me! The books say that my fatigue is to let me know that I'm growing another body. I had figured that out already!
Please don't do that in front of company
So last night was one of those awkward moments when the kids act up in front of company. I was getting ready to put the food on the table, and I noticed Scarlett, ummmmmmm, scooting across the floor in the dining room, leaving a bit of a trail behind her. Apparently, she'd had a bit of an early dismount from the litter box, and had a doodle still attached. I think, appropriately, "Oh Crap!" and try to catch her. I signal to Dave that we have an issue, and he begins to chase Scarlett around the house with a paper towel. Patches is all excited by now because he thinks Scarlett is in trouble. I'm trying to distract everyone from noticing this unappetizing behavior. Dave is trying to catch and clean a hissing cat while Patches is doing his part by licking whatever trails he can find. (Lisa accurately commented later that Patches' behavior turned this situation into a self-correcting problem!)
Fortunately, no one noticed anything was amiss. But when Dave and I went to bed, I got hysterical laughing at our zoo of a household and how that has never happened with just us.
We're waiting for the rocks to arrive for the ring-around-the-tree. I'm going to start cleaning the windows, and then finish up trenching in the back. It's a lot easier now that I know what I'm doing. The guys are replacing the rotted wood around the roof and should start putting up felt and shingles this afternoon. All in all, things are going well.
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