You know what I didn’t do yesterday?
Paint my barstools.
I thought about it though and I feel like that counts.
But a huge thunderstorm rolled through town on Monday night and so I spent most of the evening with Caroline’s feet somewhere in the vicinity of my ribcage. Then P decided to let us sleep in a little late to compensate for all the sleep none of us got while the thunder rolled and the lightning struck and random Garth Brooks’ lyrics ran through my mind.
By the time I got Caroline to school it was almost nine. And then I had to stop at Starbucks because CAFFEINE. After I got my coffee I came back to the house where my master plan was to still paint the barstools but I got distracted looking at painted barstools on Pinterest which, sadly, does not translate to them magically appearing in my kitchen.
And then I remembered I had to pay a few bills and answer a few emails. Then P came home early because it was pouring down rain and he can’t really work in that kind of weather. He was looking for something in the refrigerator to eat and lamented, “We don’t even have any cheese”.
He was right. We were completely out of cheese. And down to one roll of toilet paper. And I’d packed Craisins in Caroline’s lunch that morning in the hopes they would count as a fruit.
So I realized I was going to have to go to the grocery store. In the rain.
But since I was going to have to get out anyway, I decided I’d go to Home Depot first because P needed some type of wooden dowel to finish the feet for the island. I could explain the whole thing to you but it’s long and boring.
Much like this post so far.
After I found my car keys, I told P I was heading to Home Depot and he said, “Great. Will you get some giant lawn and leaf bags while you’re there?”
Which is the same thing he did when I went to Home Depot on Sunday except then it was, “Hey! Will you get me some storage containers for my tools while you’re there?”
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I don’t want to help him out and get these things he needs. It’s just that I don’t spend much time at Home Depot. It’s a large warehouse full of tools and such. It overwhelms me.
It would be like if he had to go to Nordstrom for something and I said, “Hey! While you’re there will you pick me up those white skinny jeans?”
There are too many choices. Too many aisles. Too many kinds of storage containers in various shapes. I don’t own tools, therefore I am uncertain about the best container for them. And as for lawn and leaf bags, I thought they just grew in the garage.
But I went to Home Depot and found the dowel thing I was looking for and the lawn and leaf bags.
(On a related note, I feel like I need to confess I did not find the right storage containers for tools. And tried to convince P it was because they didn’t have any in stock. Because why would a home improvement warehouse sell things related to tools?)
Then I went to HEB and it was one of those marathon trips where my cart was piled so high at the end that I would have been embarrassed for the checker to know I was only buying groceries for a family of three instead of The Brady Bunch.
And by the time I got home it was 1:30 and it seemed pointless to start painting the barstools. So I grabbed the chuck roast I bought at the store and decided I’d try Pioneer Woman’s Drip Beef recipe for dinner because, sure, I could continue to cook hot dogs and frozen pizza every night and be THE BEST COOK IN THE WORLD but sometimes you have to take risks, change things up.
It turns out that the drip beef was delicious. To be honest, I think it needs a better name but no one asked me. It’s also a little bit spicy so keep that in mind when you make it. P took some extra Tums before bed tonight.
And so that’s why the barstools didn’t get painted but we had a delicious dinner and we have toilet paper and cheese. What’s that smell?
SUCCESS.
If you don’t count the unpainted barstools.