Oh … bother, as Winnie the Pooh might say.

I’m at the part of the project where I’m bored.  I’m just bored.  There is nothing more boring than white primer and white ceiling paint and cutting it all in in excruciating detail.  Bored.

Bored.

Bored.

And the children are crabby.  I’m offering them to the highest bidder.  They are sitting in the next room crabbing at one another and calling each other the.

most.

vile names.

When they are not whining and crabbing at me.  They are supposed to be doing their school work.  One of them will not be allowed to go to her beloved hockey practice this evening if she does make substantial headway on her missed schoolwork from yesterday (she was illin’).  The other one has proclaimed that he is now “hall monitor.”  I’m not certain what he is monitoring.  Perhaps the flies which have taken over the house.  In any case, if you’d like them … come and get them.  They are making me crazy … and since I’m already bored, this is not a good combination.

Here’s what the livingroom looked like this morning … and it won’t look much different tomorrow.  White.  Blech.  I want to lay down the color.  I am impatient and stiff-necked.  Like an Israelite.