Friday

Friday. Our fifth weekend working on the drywall. Fifth. I had no idea it would take this long to hang and finish it out. Every night we work for a few hours after Paul gets off work, then on the weekends till the wee hours, it wouldn't be so bad if one didn't have to shower the dust off. We both start looking like 30-something and leave looking 70-something complete with gray hair and wrinkles.

Tonight we finished the downstairs, thanks to the help of a surprise visit from Klay and his son Caleb. We have done well keeping the dust out of the main house for weeks to our surprise. As a final touch, Paul swept the whole floor out about 20 minutes ago. I was upstairs and thought I saw a fog in the air. It was drywall. I ran downstairs and it was hazy all throughout the downstairs and thick layer of dust on EVERYTHING. My books, kitchen counters, carpets, furniture...everything. You know what I'll be doing tomorrow...but for now I am going to bed. Call me a slob, I can not deal with this tonight ;)

At least after this, it is just lights, carpet, fixtures and trim. The list has an end.

On a lighter note, tomorrow should be a great day. Micah is a real thinker about God and has many pointed questions pertaining to Christianity. He has a strong conscience and is a born leader, the first true leader in all our children. Today we were riding in the car alone and he said "Mommy? I am not going to sin tomorrow. I told God that I love Him so much that I will not sin and I will not." I told him I look forward to that! Not to sound like a mean Mommy but I can not wait for him to sin tomorrow and won't have too for long I suspect. Then we will have another one of the wonderful conversations about what Christ means to us and why His job on the cross was so important. Aaaahhh, does it get any better?

Time for bed.

I'll let you know how long Micah makes it.