We're currently getting the back deck and wood trim painted, which is one of those homeowneryship things that costs like, ALL of your money and leaves you with...well, everything pretty much looking exactly the same as before. (They're also power washing the siding, which has grown slightly greenish since we moved in, so we at least get to Make Yellow House Yellow AgainTM.) It's a very unsexy unfun home improvement, and it's taking forever because every day it starts raining right after the crew shows up.
(That has got to be one of the All Time Top 10 Most Exciting Paragraphs I have ever written in the history of this blog, no? Perhaps later I shall set up a live video feed of the freshly painted window trim so we can all watch it dry together.)
This morning they asked me to remove all the window screens, which I did, while the cats looked on in escapist glee. I of course managed to injure my fingers not once, but twice in the process, and drop one screen down the side of the house. ("HEADS UP!" I yelled to absolutely no one below, for no discernible reason.) Then I grumbled and cursed out the number of windows this house has, which now seems quite excessive, and I'm wishing we went with the split level that didn't have any windows, just drawings of windows.
(Poor Jason never got his Man Cave, either.)
I am writing about this because there is literally nothing else happening. The kids are all home and alternately keeping each other amused and driving each other insane. A small war broke out this morning because Noah ate the entire (GIANT SIZE) box of Cheerios I just bought on Tuesday and nobody else got any. He says it's not his fault that a) his brothers sleep in a lot later than he does, and b) his daily "breakfast" tends to run from 9 a.m. to oh, 1:30 p.m. or so.
I see his side in this but also: TUESDAY. I just bought that cereal on Tuesday. I CANNOT AFFORD THIS KIND OF BRAND-NAME CEREAL CONSUMPTION LIFESTYLE. Imma start rationing out gruel up in here, Oliver.
(I do buy cereal in bulk, and bought a whole bunch of storage containers to keep it fresh and/or pantry moth free [don't even get me started*], but all three of them steadfastly refuse to eat any cereal from the containers. Once the cereal is out of its original packaging -- box OR bag -- it simply becomes invisible and unappealing. And so the storage containers have simply become where cereal Goes To Die, until I tell them that I'm not buying any more cereal at all until they eat it, goddamn it you hollow monsters, at which point someone "accidentally" leaves the lid open and it gets stale and/or moth infested.** So I guess it's a plus that Noah ate the Cheerios that fast?)
*Okay, I got myself started. We've had an on-and-off pantry moth problem for what feels like forever now. I probably buy a set of traps for every box of cereal or bag of flour we bring home. Every time I think we've conquered the last of the annoying little fuckers I spot another one, which means we'll have a dozen of them within 24 hours and it's time for another fun round of "pull everything out of the pantry and cabinets and figure out what they've gotten into now, hurl the offending package into the trash while gagging because oh God, did I eat any of that recently, scrub everything down, then once again beg my human offspring to SEAL SHIT UP CLOSE LIDS USE BAG CLIPS STOP EATING JUST ONE POP TART THEY COME IN PACKS OF TWO AND I KNOW YOU'RE HUNGRY ENOUGH TO EAT TWO POP TARTS OKAAAAYYYY????"