What you should know is I pretty much have two kinds of furniture in my house. I either found it by the road or I built it. She's annoyed by that. Normal people don't get their furniture off the side of the road. Or, so she has told me. The building of it? Why can't I just be like other peoples' mothers?
She's been living with me her whole life. For real. It's not like I suddenly stopped being normal.
I painted all day. It started with the trim and trying to fix what she had done (not done with that, yet). She had this old, wooden desk (I found on the road.) she hates. I decided if I gave it a bajillion coats of paint, it might look better. It does. I used knobs, because I was being cheap and they were half the price of handles.
These other two I built. I didn't do anything with the bookcase other than move it. The armoire was in Jac's room and was blue. Jac and I have a bet to see how long it takes her to realize I just took it out of his room and didn't build a whole new one. I'm fairly annoyed they aren't exactly the same height, but I didn't plan on them ever being in the same room and I didn't even build them in the same year...so, that's how it goes.
No cleaning tomorrow.
