My youngest son is painting our lounge room during his school holidays and as a result my house looks like a bomb has dropped on it. There's dust over everything from the sanding and there's plastic covering the lounge room floor. No sneaking around my house at the moment.
He's doing an amazing job for a kid who has never painted before, but my kids are a bit like that, super talented at whatever they put their minds to. I stripped the wallpaper off the lounge room walls 16 years ago when I was pregnant with the youngest, it's taken this long for the walls to be painted. Lets face it, anything was going to look better.
Hubby has built a monster shed, put up verandahs and pergolas, remodelled the gardens - but when it comes to painting, well he's not overly keen on that job. Not that I was either, hey we're outdoors people. We sleep and shower in our house and that's about it. Besides when I'm sitting on the lounge writing, I don't much care what the walls look like.
My mother is the master of publicity, I can't believe how many people have bought my book or commented on it because of her sharing the link. I've told her that when I'm rich and famous and the author of numerous books then I'll pay her to be my Publicity Manager.
It's just not the same sitting at the kitchen table to write, I'm definitely a computer in my lap kind of person. Sitting at the table feels like I'm working.
I'm off to do a little bit more blog hopping before bed.