Slow Season is Over

I think that every self-employed person must go through the "slow season." We certainly do. This year, it only lasted one week, thank God.

Every year, it's the same. The first day is fine. Hubby buries himself in the office, catching up on paperwork. The rest of the family lives life as usual.

The second day, things start to disintegrate. A movie in the middle of the day, lunch lasts an extra hour because of the burping contest and the "Who can Ask the Stupidest Question?" game, there is a wrestling match in the middle of English class.

By the third day, he is out of control. He is getting antsy and I'm looking through "Help Wanted" ads.

This is usually the day he decides to hire himself as my interior decorator. This year it was the bathroom scale, which I keep in the kitchen. Don't ask. That's where I like it. So, for a couple days we did the passive agrressive thing. I would move it to the kitchen, he would move it to the bathroom. I finally left it in the bathroom. Then, he announced that he would be back at work the next day.

Sigh! Life is back to normal. And the scale is back in the kitchen.

While the Cat's Away . . .

Hubby went on a men's retreat last week. He had a very good time. The main speaker was a preacher that we knew when we lived in Pennsylvania. That was cool.

Anyway, while he was gone, I painted our bedroom. Not all of it. Just an accent wall. No, I'm not really into accent walls. But I didn't want to spend a lot of money and we only had enough paint to do one wall. So I painted the wall opposite from the office end of the room, and I made curtains from some material I had. I was actually pleased with the finished product. Check out my kids' blog, if you'd like to see it. I posted it there so Gramma can see it, too.

So, my husband came home at 2 am and as he approached our bedroom, he said, "I smell paint. It isn't pink is it?" And it isn't. He like the final result, too. So, for now, we have a "new" bedroom and we are enjoying the fruit of my labor.