Every night, we put the kids to bed, I throw on painting clothes and paint something. Not art work. Casing. Or walls. Or plinth blocks. Or something else of that sort. Our project list seems neverending and I already am longing for the day when I no longer have half a shelf in my refrigerator devoted to well wrapped paintbrushes.

Not that that day is coming any time soon. In the faint hope of moving things along a bit, I did send the girls outside to play in the lovely spring weather and instead of doing what I wanted to do and sit in the sunshine and weed my flower beds, I painted baseboards and put another coat of paint on one wall. At least with that behind me, I think we can put a few rooms back together tonight.

Then, although we're far from done, we will get a bit of a break, because we'll be having a house guest for a week or so who is allergic to paint fumes.