I finished all the painting today. I feel like I ought to do some kind of huge celebration, but basically I’m just too tired and I didn’t actually get that good a paint finish on Emma’s room today so it’s all something of a let down.
Even so, I’ve finished painting my whole house!
(Okay, I didn’t paint the laundry or the pantry, but they don’t count.)
Tomorrow I will have to clean up all the painting supplies that are still piled up in the laundry, and hopefully scrape off the paint droplets and splashes that got spread about in there as well, when I was doing all the stirring and washing etc. Then we can just move on, in our freshly painted house, and start getting ready for Christmas.
Nicholai and Emma had the day off school today. In a surprisingly convenient coincidence, Emma also had an orthodontist appointment this morning. I took her to that, where she had her braces tightened and her rubber bands replaced- she chose alternating red and green elastics for Christmas, which kind of made me laugh but does look very festive. She and I played some Pokemon Go and then did some grocery shopping before we went home.
Emma spent most of her day off on her phone (wow, what a surprise) although she did spend some time baking biscuits. She found a recipe in one of her books for a cinnamon/sugar cookie, so we bought what we needed after the orthodontist and she did that on her own. The cookies were extremely thin and extremely hard, so although they were quite tasty poor Emma couldn’t really even eat any because of her newly tightened braces.
Nicholai spent most of the day in his room on his computer. He did talk to a friend in Tennessee over Skype for a while, which is unusually sociable for him, and then he had cricket training in the afternoon.
It’s funny, I was thinking how much Troy and I roll our eyes at him always hiding away in his room and never speaking to anyone in the family, and then I remembered way back when he started school, and I was so unbelievably happy that for six and a half hours, five days a week, someone else would have to listen to him talk! The idea that one day he would never come out of his room unless forced to and I could conceivably go a whole day only speaking a few sentences to him would have been inconceivable back then.