For the last 2 days I have been installing insulation in the new house in order to "sound proof" certain areas. Mr. D felt like we needed to have our master bedroom sound proofed. He always laughs when he tells me this. I think you can guess why. :) Our master bedroom butts up to a laundry room and a playroom where we will have a surround sound system thumping the walls and rattling the house. He was very concerned about the possibility of hearing this at night that I have been by myself the last 2 days curing this problem on my own.
The fiberglass insulation that we used is awful. A little warning to any of you out there that are contemplating remodeling.........Pay the money and have a professional come in and put spray foam insulation in your house. We had the spray foam used in all of our exterior walls on the house and it is awesome!!! It really wouldn't have been hard to just have them do it on a few interior walls too, but we were trying to save some money. :(
So I ended feeling like my arms, lungs, eyes, and basically my entire body were itching to death.
Mr. D dropped a refrigerator on his foot on Fri. He is currently on crutches hobbling around everywhere, getting everyone to feel sorry for him. I love hearing how sad it is, and how everyone wonders how he's going to get everything done. I'll tell you how, me.
I need a little sympathy myself right now. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed too. Am I not allowed? I haven't been home for a week. I haven't done laundry in a week. Who is going to feel sorry for me?? Who is going to help me? No one. That's who. So I keep shuffling along not getting anything done. I hate looking lazy or incompetent. I'm not any of those things. I'm actually quite opposite. I love to have everything organized, clean, and smelling awesome. So needless to say this adventure that we are having right now is slowly driving me NUTS! My kids look disheveled when they go to school. I have to smell laundry before they put it on. We are entirely too creative when it comes to making lunches in the morning. No bread? Use a bagel. No sandwich fixings? Take a bag of cereal. Ugh. My poor kids.
#1's birthday is coming up and I don't think we can do anything for him. I hope we can at least take him out to dinner and a movie. He is telling me daily about all of the cool presents that he wants. Each of them are at least $50. Uh......... I have no idea how I am going to make that happen right now. That makes me sad. Birthdays were always a big deal at my house growing up. We never had "friend parties" but a family one after church. We had a Baskin Robbin ice cream cake and my mom would make whatever we wanted for dinner. It was small but special. I wish I could do that for my kids. Baskin Robbin's cake's are expensive now!!!!!
So here's to making it look like I've got it together when I really don't. Sigh.
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