This Labor Day we had nothing planned. It should have been the perfect day to accomplish MANY projects.
I love days where I plow through and check things off my to-do list ...and then I have days like Monday.
Here's what I accomplished:
Bought a can of Paint
Made Potato Salad
Moved Paint cans out from under the steps.
Now that wouldn't be such a bad list if I had spent 8 hours at work, or if I had decided to veg out and watch a movie for a couple of hours. But the truth is -- I just spun my wheels and couldn't get anything done.
Granted -- I figure that making potato salad is one of the largest and most cumbersome tasks around. Yet at least twice a summer I take on this burden. I don't know if he knows it, but my efforts to slave away peeling potatoes, cutting celery, boiling eggs, cutting onions is one way in which I let my husband know I love him. He simply LOVES the stuff. His mom, of course, is the master potato salad maker and I use her recipe -- however, mine never quite turns out the same. Something about the way she cuts the potatoes or the timing of when she applies the dressing -- I'm not sure, but somehow hers always turns out perfectly moist. Cal is nice enough though to always to rave about mine. I think he's just smart enough to know that if he offers the least bit of criticism -- I will quit....forever.
This cumbersome task was not aided by the fact that while I was in the process of peeling potatoes I realized I needed to run out to buy eggs. Since we now have a Super Target essentially a block away from our house, I chose to run there. (That was a mistake, Target is never a quick15 minute trip...because, of course, I also had to buy some really cool platters that were on clearance.)
Upon my return I took up the potato salad task again. It was still slow going as every 15 minutes or so I needed to wash my hands to help braid a
My Little Pony's tail, or dress a Polly Pocket, or proof read Paige's homework, or help Cal drill two pieces of wood together.
And then I spent 20 minutes like this --
After standing on our kitchen stool to arrange my newly bought platters on a high shelf in my entry, I picked up the stool to return it to the kitchen and promptly ran one of it's legs through the sheet rock in the entry way wall. After confessing my mishap to Cal, I went to the kitchen and picked up a baggie filled with pop tabs to put into Taryn's backpack and the pop tabs flew everywhere. (Yeah... I thought that bag was sealed.) After picking up that mess, I walked outside to put something away in the garage to discover our driveway is full of garbage and our dog was in the middle of it. He had managed to open a garbage bag filled with discarded spaghetti and potato salad trash. There he sat wagging his tail...his snout all red from sauce. So I began scooping up nasty eggs shells and potato peels and chasing plastic bags across our lawn...there is nothing more awkward than trying to grab a bag that keeps blowing -- I hope the neighbors weren't watching.
And then for my other great accomplishment, I ran to the store to buy a can of paint to touch up the exterior trim of our garage.
After I came home from making this purchase, I decided I should check out what paint I had stored under our steps. Indeed, the timing of these events was a bit out of order. Wouldn't you know it, I found a 5 gallon bucket and two 1 gallon containers of our exterior paint. DUH!
Well...I guess some days are like that!
