Nor am I that happy about what I am doing - yep, you guessed it. Painting.
I had forgotten what a horrible task it is. The prep - taping and masking and making sure that the paint doesn't go in the wrong place. Undercoat. Rollers - the b.a.n.e of my existance. So much so, after undercoating one wall with a roller, I've done the whole other one by hand with a brush.
Mind you, the fact that it is all tongue and groove doesn't make the whole excercise any quicker!
Tommorrow (as I haven't the intestinal fortitude to do any more today, even though the undercoat dried in about 10.4 seconds) - the first coat of colour.
Just to add to the joyfulness of the painting experience, add two cranky fighting children!
(which reminds me - I've just returned from another trip to the city - both girls coming with me. I purchased three mini wheelie bins (those cute colourful 60L ones) , and at the checkout Georgie was being rather a pain in the rear end. As I paid, I said, more to myself than anyone " I wonder if she would fit in there?...." looking at the little wheelie bin. The checkout lady (an older lady) looked at me and laughed her head off. As I walked off with my bins, and with Georgie still being a total brat, the checkout the lady called after me, still giggling away - "I'm watching you - I know you want to!!")
Today I am thinking that they could both do with some time in a mini bin each, with a nice brick placed on the lid.
And that's all I have to say today!