Now I can't remember the last date night I had and am thinking it may have been in the last century. And, even IF I *could* win Christina's prize, it's beginning to look like we won't be having an out-of-the-house date for a few more months. (The last plan I had was to go see a play with my husband and ended up at Charlie Brown with two-thirds of the brood...while he stayed home and painted.)
And, for our friends who think we've gone mad, we've been rather recluses, busy trying to uncover the furnishings from their plastic wrap. Well, I have been. I was trying to free the children's toys from their bubble of painters' plastic sheeting. Philip went through and re-covered everything over the weekend.
I'm sure that one day, 40 years from now, I'll appreciate plastic on furniture. Right now it's a hassle.
But...we are making progress. (I noticed on my calendar that the first plastic wrapping went up in July...sigh. Here's where I'd like to insert a photo, but, sadly, I think it looks the same as a couple months ago.) I spent the weekend scraping paint in one room, while Philip put paint up in another room. We had to tag-team the work to keep an eye or two on the kids.
Rumor has it that my brother-in-law returns this weekend to finish the unfinished projects, meanwhile my mother arrives next week.
And then it will be Christmas.
Nope, no date night in sight until at least 2010 (unless someone takes pity on me and drags me along on their date night at Laterna...?). I wonder if the plastic will be put away by then? Or if the furniture and toys will just be frozen in time--a futuristic, fossilized interior design statement.
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