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Cooking Up a Home Project

It’s Tuesday, and someone didn’t plan very well.

Which is untypical, because that someone is a good planner.

Kind of.

Sometimes.

...

I had hoped to share a super delicious recipe I had made over the weekend and plaster pictures all over today’s post, telling you how it’s the perfect thing to bring to your Easter brunch.

Except, I didn’t make the aforementioned super delicious recipe as anticipated.

Instead of plastering food pics all over this blog, I plastered tape all over our spare bedroom.

I’m terrible at that, by the way.

Will, God love him, knows this fact, and relieved me of my “helper” duties early in the process.

I’m pretty sure I was hurting more than helping.

Perhaps it was the blue little smiley face I made for him?

Such a child.

I’m also positive he will not ask me to help him paint this coming weekend.

I will not protest this decision. I’m pretty sure I would be a terrible painter. Obviously not on purpose, but I could see how my clumsiness could cause us trouble.

(Taupe footprints on the floor, anyone?)

So could Will.


Because we both practically stroke out anytime we have to do a house project with one another
, we’ve decided to take a different approach over the last couple of years.

Hey, know your limitations, right? I’ll clean the house, help move everything back into the room once the paint dries, and make him brownies. And we’ll call it good.

In case you hadn’t guessed, we started a home project recently that is driving me bananas.

I think Will knew if we didn’t at least tape the room this past weekend, I might actually go crazy.

Right now we have everything from that room piled high in the other room, and the clutter is nearly breaking me into hives.

I already have clutter in the office, and one room is enough.

I call it clutter, Will calls it progress.

He’s cute.

Anyway, the good news is that we have a little bit of a timetable because Will’s parents are coming to stay with us at the end of the month, which means everything in the spare bedrooms has to be in its rightful place. Or at least close.

Does any one enjoy doing these types of projects?

I sure don’t, and neither does Will.

Obviously we want the end result, but the work it takes to get there flat sucks.

The truth of a lot of things, I suppose. The reason why we drag ourselves to the gym some days and pass on that donut in the office break room.

Worth.It.

I’m just ready to have everything back in its rightful place.

Except… after this project we have another, and another, and one more.

Being an adult is so much fun sometimes! Ha.

I was going to take a picture and share for you guys, but Will said “no” (because everything is a mess).

Oh, and in case you’re wondering, he wasn’t humored by my blue tape-y smiley face either.

What a curmudgeon. smile

So yeah, delicious recipe. Like this one here, here, or here.

Until then?

Let’s talk paint and all things that make you want to pull your hair out.

Are any of you doing home projects this spring?

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brittny I'm B-Love. Lover of God, my husband Will, my doggies, OU football, weight training, plyometrics healthy eating (mostly!), peanut butter, and all things health related. Buckle up and get ready for my constant embarrassing moments, health and fitness tips,and my effort to rely on Christ while living life in the real world. Follow me on Feedly! Sign up for monthly emails at blove@theblovelife.com!


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