It's the evening before my planned trip to Mayberry and...Tank has a cold. Sigh.
We'll still make the trip, but I will likely not get any work done, as I can't paint with the Tankster underfoot and nobody wants to babysit a sick kid. Shoot, I don't even want to babysit him and I love the little snotpocket!
When you're planning a renovation, these are the sorts of things that will happen constantly. Little, seemingly insignificant things will turn themselves into fire-breathing dragon roadblocks from hell. Not that I'd exaggerate or anything.
Well, we're still going to make the trip, since Tank is snuffly but still acting totally himself. We'll see if my luck improves and I'm actually able to accomplish anything. Next weekend, we'll all stay at Gilligan's Island and the weekend after that, both Shawn and I are taking a couple days off for Thanksgiving, so we're planning to get as much done as we can. If I am able to do ANYTHING this trip, it will be a huge help, freeing up other projects for when both Shawn and I can be there.
It all hinges on the state of the Taj, more than anything. If we're still a couple weeks away from drywall, there's no way we'll get done in time to move for Christmas, so it's a done deal. If the drywall has been started, or is about to get started, there's a chance...just a chance...that we can pull this thing out of its nosedive and all live to laugh about it.
And monkeys might fly out of my butt.