Yesterday was supposed to be a day of rest.
On our way home from church, Other Ken called to see if we wanted to take back the "wrong" bathroom sink. (Several weeks back, he'd called to say he had a coupon at Home Depot, and did we want to get any supplies at Home Depot with 10% off (or it might have been 20%) on his credit card, and we'd thought we needed to get a sink Right This Minute! as the bathroom had just been ripped out, so we went charging over to Home Depot with Other Ken (and his coupon) and had bought a sink and vanity that was nice, but didn't really thrill me. Then we discovered that we didn't HAVE to put a sink back in the bathroom immediately, and there was Buyer's Remorse, as we thought of the beautiful granite counter and vessel sink we COULD HAVE put there... oh look! Let's just take the Wrong Vanity back!... and so we've sat with that idea for nearly a month. Whoopsie. Better get the credit back on Other Ken's Home Depot Credit Card)
So we got home, and Ken and I packed up All The Wrong Stuff (we'd also gotten a faucet and a matching medicine chest to go with the vanity) and he headed off to Home Depot while I thought I'd just laze around for a bit.
Er... then Kelly asked if she could have a play date this week with Carmella (another friend), and I said "Well, it can't be Monday, because you've got Spanish class after school, and it can't be Tuesday because you've got Kung Fu, and it can't be Wednesday because you've got the dentist appointment, then dance class, then Science Fair.... EEK! You haven't finished your Science Fair Poster!!!!!" so I immediately got on the horn to Alice's mom, to see if Alice could come over and the girls could put together their Science Fair Project Poster.
With perhaps just a LITTLE BIT too much help from me, the write-up eventually got printed out. I like to think that I provided "guidance", but in a court of law, I would've been objected to over and over and over again for asking "Questions that are too leading to the witness". Like "You tested ONE female hamster, and ONE male hamster. Do you think that ALL female hamsters run faster than ALL male hamsters? Or do you think that the sample size is too small." and they'd say "No! We need more hamsters!" and I'd type "We could say that female hamsters probably run faster than male hamsters, but it is not good to make conclusions with information from just two individual test subjects. This is a sample size that is just too small." Then I said "Would it be responsible pet ownership for us to go out and buy ten more hamsters, just for the experiment?" and they said "No!" and I typed "It would not be smart to buy ten more hamsters just to get good data, as each hamster needs his or her own cage, and also needs time with peope in order to stay tame and calm, so that would be irresponsible as a pet owner." You see? Just a little bit of leading...
But we were under the gun! And we had to be at The Other Ken's house for supper at 5, and then Kelly had a kids' chorus rehearsal at 6.
And while Kelly and Alice put together their poster board, Alice's dad worked on securing my new desk, and putting in my Electronics Garage. He also went over with me what would be happening today with Maurice and Louis. They'd be washing the floor of excess grout, and then putting up crown moulding, most likely.
I asked if washing the grout was something I could do, and Andrew raised an eyebrow. "It's dirty work" he said. "Ah, but if I do it, Maurice and Louis don't have to, right?"
So that's how I ended up on my hands and knees on my kitchen floor for hours last night, after we'd had dinner at The Other Ken's house, and Kelly and Nate had been put to bed.
Oh, and I may have spent a good chunk of time in the garage, breaking down cardboard boxes, too. It was beginning to get overgrown in there, and I know that the guys were having a bit of trouble just finding room to turn around in there. This week is Recycling Week, and the trash dudes are going to be a bit surprised when they see all the cardboard going out for recycle on our curb. I hope it doesn't rain. That would just be a big giant mess.
But the bits of the kitchen floor that I cleaned? Oh, they look nice this morning.