Then my mom convinced me that I should update the bathroom before I move in. Dang it. Sometimes, I hate it when she's right. More on that later.
I'm much faster at prepping and painting than I used to be. I'm also not diddling around like I used to. My audio books keep me focused and so does the goal of moving in.
Katie rolled on primer while we talked of her wedding plans. Best painting topic ever. She rolled on primer in the bedroom and hallway. We decided to leave the scary parts in the hallway to my dad or Frank - you know, the parts that you can reach without putting a ladder on the stairs. I don't think I want to be in the house while they do that.
This is another one of those situations where I need to have terrible short term memory. I'll try not to remember the splinters I got while dusting along to edges before taping (while the wood looks in good shape, it's really not). I'll try not to remember the holes in the floor or random cords sticking out of walls. I'll really try not to remember how my body aches and how tired I am.
What I will remember is all the hard work it's taken to get here and I look forward to finally moving in.