Fill the sink, clean the floor, put dishes in the water, clean the stove, start a load of clothes, empty the trash, wash the sink of dishes and put in some more.
Ping Pong. Here. There. Back again. No one's keeping score as long as the ball is in play. I'm sure there's a more relaxed way of doing but I bounce. I seem to accomplish few things during the play but when all is said and done chores are completed.
This past couple of weeks we've tried to replace Andrew's floor. The chip (Commingled Half-baked Interfused Paste) board had reached the end of it's life and was slowly disintegrating. This repair entailed removing carpet, padding, tack board, chip board, glue, two inch steeples and taking it all back to the two by floor joists.
This has been a comedy of errors. Not only are our bodies not cooperating, the minds went on strike too. I'm a firm believer of planning, measuring, and doing both again before a cut is ever made. We discussed which way to run the plywood...yes, plywood is replacing this mess of sawdust. We decided first this way, then that and finally, because I couldn't remember which way we had decided I drew a big arrow on the floor so I would not forget again.
To see two non-agile people step/walk across two inch boards carrying power tools and big boards while praying we keep our balance would have made a great little movie.
Slowly we have battled the deconstruction and the reconstruction. To quote Hubby, "I ain't no damn carpenter!" but we've managed. One more sheet and a tiny spot of piecing and we will be ready to lay the floor covering.
Another challenge was doing this without removing the furniture. It has been the biggest jigsaw puzzle we've ever tried to piece together.