Fancy Green Beans.
Chew thoroughly, or they're a little rough going down.
I knew I was taking on potentially the most massive of projects when I began this little diddy:
I have this printed out -- I'm carrying it around, studying it, staring, dreaming about it, planning.
And behold my materials!
I really ought to buy stock in Lowe's. Or get like an employee discount or something.
This project, though-
from the materials, to the knobs, pulls, hinges,
to the framing and the molding--
good grief. The details make my head swim. In jell-o.
already burned out a drill doing just that. Like, smoke pouring out, stinky, burned out drill.
But the framing-
it must be strong enough to potentially hold 4+ children, jumping. All at the same time. With dumbbells in their hands. And balls and chains around their ankles. And if a huge anvil happens to drop from the sky, well then, it can take it.
That kind of strong. Don't wanna hear no cracking of any kind. Ever.
Um, honey, your britches are heading south, there.
But it also needed to house drawers. And the heating & A/C vent needed to be moved. Again.
Note to builders: must the vents be placed on the floor next to the windows? Always?
So there's that.
And then there's all my screw ups.
And there's the drawers. The height? The length? How will they slide in and out? What should the drawer faces look like?
And the headboard? How 'bout that? The footboard?
The ceiling? The lighting?
I've had to take it one step at a time.
"Right now, I'm just doing drawers."
"Right now, I'm just gonna do the shelving."
And so forth, and so on.
And I've totally loved it. Loved.
And I've also started to lose it, too.
The first day, I just stared at the space, planning. "Kay I'll start at ____. No wait, you can't do that because _____. Start at _____. No you can't do that because _____."
I'm surrounded by toys and tools. My kids are egging me on, 'cause gosh darn it, they're excited.
It's a step by step, work in progress, grasshoppah.
And come heck or high water, we'll get there. I'm barely coming up for air. Or food.
And the use of adult diapers shouldn't be ruled out.