Here’s what you need to know first.
My knees will never be the same.
Why? Have I been in a season of intense prayer?
No.
I mean, yes, I have prayed over the last few days. I’ve prayed for sanity as we continue to work on the playroom.
But the reason my knees are ruined forever is because of something called an orbital sander. P taught me how to use one on Saturday afternoon and I spent the next few hours on my knees sanding the beds he built for Caroline.
For the first hour or so I felt all I AM WOMAN HEAR ME SAND. But then, as I felt all the feeling leave my knees around the hour and a half mark, I began to wonder why we didn’t just buy some beds like normal people.
I’ll tell you why.
Pinterest.
On the plus side, I can add Professional Sander and Wood Stainer to my resume. Which I’m sure will come in terribly useful for all future career plans.
And so that’s why I didn’t post yesterday. Because I am abandoning writing in favor of various construction projects.
Not really. I was just exhausted. And while I realize my sore knees shouldn’t impede my ability to sit and type on a keyboard, somehow it all seemed to be directly related. Well, and I also needed to watch Mad Men before I went to bed.
So that’s what we did this weekend.
Actually, Friday was a school holiday. I’m trying really hard to remember what we did but I’m having a hard time focusing because P just informed me that our roof is leaking. Excuse me while I go find a bottle of wine.
(You may remember that our roof got damaged in an Easter hail storm and needs to be completely replaced. However, we are still waiting on various estimates and now it’s raining and we have a bad roof. I know this is true because we have water coming in the roof of our bathroom and we just had to put a bucket in there.)
Anyway, Friday. Caroline had a friend come over to play and then we went to dinner later that evening with Mimi and Bops. Then on Saturday morning she had a soccer game and got hit right in the face with a ball, cried on the field, but kept playing. This is her father’s DNA at work. I would have been off the field and dialing 911 before anyone knew what happened.
The rest of Saturday was like a scene from This Old House. I sanded while P built shelves and a ladder, rewired a chandelier, and cut crown molding. Then we ordered Papa John’s for dinner (Cinnapie!), showered and fell into bed wondering if we’d even be able to move in the morning.
The answer is kind of. I believe I’ve lost a lot of mobility in my neck region. And I can no longer lift my arms above my head and I have no feeling in my hands, but other than that, I’m good.
I wish I were exaggerating but Caroline had a dentist appointment this afternoon and when I went to fill out the update form I realized I could barely write because my hands are so tired and sore.
I realize this is all terribly uninteresting, but it’s all I’ve got for today because it is LITERALLY all we’ve done for three days now. But there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. And a little bit of wood stain that I’m fairly sure will never come off my knee.
My plan was to show you pictures of the progress, but I’m afraid Mamaw’s knees can’t make it to the guest room right now. So maybe tomorrow.
Or maybe something more interesting will happen between now and then. Like another leak in our roof.
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Also, for anyone in or near San Antonio, I’m having a special book signing just in time for Mother’s Day at the Barnes and Noble on San Pedro (across from North Star Mall) this Sunday, May 5th at 2:00 p.m. I’d love to see you there!