This morning I woke up COMPLETELY discombobulated. I was convinced that I was waking up from our nap and I "realized" that we had missed Jack’s appointment with his physical therapist. I was so confused as to how we did this, seeing as we were home at noon when she would’ve arrived. Even when I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7:45 am I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. The clock should’ve said 3:45 pm or 4:45 pm. It still took me a few more minutes to process the fact that it was only Friday morning, not Friday afternoon. So bizarre. Anyway, Dave and Steve went to see the apartment for the first time last night and came to the conclusion that I was completely exaggerating about the condition of the house. It didn’t smell all that bad to them and they figured a good cleaning was all the place needed. Men are so "funny"! I told Dave I was glad that he was so positive about the place, which was true, but also mentioned that maybe the 10 bottles of bug fogger that I set off had something to do with the fact that the house no longer smelled like dog. I mean, yesterday a few minutes before I set off the foggers, Dawn walked over from her apartment and replied: "Wow, you know it’s really bad when I can smell how horrible this place is even though I have a sinus infection." As for the "cleanliness" of the place, it would be typical of a guy to think that sprucing it up would be no big deal. After all, what do guys know about cleaning a house, literally from floor to ceiling? They think running a vacuum over the floors and sponging down the countertops is all you have to do to clean a house. Seriously, when you go into a house or an apartment where a bunch of guys have been living what does the bathroom look like? Enough said. So I’m trying to see the positive in Dave’s remark, but at the same time it just goes to show how little he knows about the amount of time it’s going to take me to really clean this place. Yesterday I removed the lower cabinet doors and brought them home with the intentions of painting them, but Dave won’t allow me to do it because he knows how obsessive I get about these things. He’s totally right, but painting those cabinets will be NOTHING like painting the ones in our house. As you know, I literally stripped those cabinets down with a heat gun to bare wood and THEN painted them. It took me about three months. The new cabinets? All they need is a good cleaning, a coat of Kilz, and two coats of paint. It’s a project I could easily tackle while Jack is having home therapy appointments. After all, I can’t get any work done on the new place during the day because of Jack’s therapy appointments. Plus, it’s too dirty and dangerous to have him there even during the times that he doesn’t have therapy. So that would be a perfect time for me to get the cabinet doors painted, but I will respect Dave’s decision. Begrudgingly. I feel like I’m just putting off the inevitable. I’m GOING TO paint those cabinets at some point and I’d rather do it sooner than later. Anyway, I had left the cabinet doors outside our house to air them out and then I moved them to the basement last night. After they had been there for about an hour I went down to the basement to grab something and I could smell them. Disgusting. So today we’re making another Home Depot run to buy some Simply Green. Well, I’m off to make myself my non-oatmeal oatmeal for breakfast. I was up really late last night painting the bench in Jack’s playroom and since I was eating super-late I woke up this morning STARVING. Oh, and Jack just handed me The Wheels on the Bus book so I have to go read/sing it to him!
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