The day started promising. The two boys spent the night at Grandma's. The rest of us here got up early (6:30) this morning, got breakfast, showers, etc. We picked up the boys about 8:00, and headed to the nearest Menard's (about 30 minutes away). The idea was to buy paint, which was on sale. Since the kids' bedrooms are all askew anyway from the water damage, we decided we'd paint.

After getting the paint, we go to Walmart to do groceries. So far so good.

We get home. I begin the prep work for painting. Elliot comes downstairs in nothing but his top and proceeds to crap all over the carpet. He's in the middle of potty training, and recently, had been going poop in the toilet. But nah, he decides to have one big hellacious dukie all over the carpet. And it was Special Dark, too (if you know what I mean). Bless Brent's heart, he sets to cleaning it up, taking about forty-five minutes to do so.

Then, I'm wrapping up Coat #1 in the boys' bedrooms (lower half of wall) when I spill a nice big blob of red paint on the carpet. Carpet is beige berber, paint is Victory Red (yeah). Again, Brent comes in and cleans up. He is very good at carpet messes, because he's very meticulous and patient.

After that, we both just felt shredded. I can understand why Brent's exhausted...he's spent most of his day cleaning up messes. So, what's my excuse? I have sympathy exhaustion.

Anyway, it's been one of those days where we're really tired, but yet it hasn't been a terribly relaxing or productive day. Heh.