Losing it

I am losing my mind. I think that all the brain cells that you kill in college and during your crazy single days do not die immediately. Rather, it happens all at once when you turn 36.

I usually remember EVERYTHING. It was kind of a joke and a little scary. Now, not so much. Today for instance:

Left work to take Wynne to her doc appt. We have been to this office many, many times and in fact I lived across the street from this office for 1.5 years.

We were running late to begin with, but I had ten minutes to get five minutes away. Instead, the trip took almost 20 minutes. Her school is right off of I35E, as is the exit for the doc appt. But for some reason I thought it was off of I-694. So we are on 35, I take the exit east for 694. when I hit Maplewood I realized I had gone the wrong way. No prob, I will just get off the exit and back on going west. Only problem is that I am on the WRONG highway. Once I was well past where I thought the exit would be, I realized my mistake and took the next exit. I had an idea of where to go next but decided to use my GPS. That's when Wynne asked if I had any idea where I was going. I lied and told her I knew exactly what I was doing.

We got there, doc still saw us even though we were late, and we headed back to school. After I drove half-way across the parking lot Wynne reminded me that I had not buckled her in!!!!!! I am a menace. Had to look twice when I got home to make sure she was not still in the backseat.

Tiling

We (mostly Pete) have accomplished a lot over the last few days. The biggest project is the kitchen floor. Pete has spent the last few days working on this -- as I write he is finishing the tile in the first floor bathroom. Yea!

He also added some tiles near the front door so people don't muck up the rug. He added a cement board on top of the hardwood so if we ever get enough money to refinish the floors we can just rip up the board -- good thinking on his part.

I took Friday off and helped by putting another coat of paint in the upstairs bedrooms. The color really pops with the second coat and will look even better once Pete does the finish work.

FLUSH!

Wahoo! A new level of civility! We no longer have the flush the toilet with a bucket of water. Pete attached the tank -- a big day at the new house! We also figured out the problem with the cabinet color. Apparently Pete grabbed the wrong sample blue -- when he looked at the chips that we selected he realized he grabbed a blue that was several shades brighter than our original choice. He picked up the original blue/grey and it looks really nice.

Pete is taking Wednesday-Friday off to tile the kitchen floor -- yea! I am going to take off on Friday to do some painting. Things continue to move along!