I love him. I hate him. I love him.

The Honey took a look at the walls in the harsh light of day, turned to me, and said,

 

"We'll probably be happy if we don't, but I KNOW we'll be happy if we paint."

 

The man suggesting more work to make the house prettier and more livable, using MY kind of logic to get there?

 

It would have been Steak and BJ day redux, but...but...

craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.

 

I am sleeping on an air mattress in the middle of my mother-in-law's living room, he leaves before me, and I  have to clean out the living room each morning, WHILE getting Little O up and ready, not to mention myself, drive accross town to drop her off, and get to work on time.  I haven't had Big O for more than two weeks.

 

I will be living in MY OWN HOUSE this weekend. 

 

I don't care if we're high as kites from the paint fumes.  It'll be a bonding experience, right?  Look at the pretty colors, kids...