Trading Spaces Anyone?

The hallway is half painted and the living room is less than half painted and both of them are waiting for me to finish up the job.

Our downstairs bathroom now has walls and a ceiling and a heat vent, which is terribly exciting, but also means more painting.

The carpet from Will's room is still sitting in the middle of the living room, among the paint supplies. We need to get a new pad and get the carpet laid down, but I am having fantasies about painting in there while the carpet is out. There are two hold ups to this plan. Will wants blue walls, of which I am not a fan. And that would mean even more painting for me. Why am I the designated painter around here? I do not recall volunteering for that job.

We have yet to call anybody about getting a camera down in our land drain to see why the stupid basement flooded. My core belief is that the basement flooded because the dumba** farmer let the irrigation water run for three solid days. I would love nothing more than to make this whole thing his problem. But unfortunately, we know what level of idiocy he is operating at, and I can't live with putting the safety and security of my basement and my belongings in his hands. So that leaves US with the option of finding and fixing the problem. Yay us.

We also have yet to deal with the load of junk that got piled in our garage midflood, that was previously heaped in our basement. It all needs to be sorted and sifted and organized, along with another big heap of sh---stuff that got hurriedly piled up out of the way on any shelf we could find.

All those yucky old carpet pieces we pulled out of the basement are still laying around the front yard. And the back yard. That old carpet, bless it's heart, soaked up gallons and gallons and GALLONS of water, and saved us oodles of time in clean up and water damage, and I am in love with it for those reasons. But in spite of my tender feelings toward it, I am sick of looking at it, and it needs to vacate the premises. I'm pretty sure our neighbors hate us.

Then there are the sprinklers that never got fixed over the summer, the siding that is falling off the shed, and to top it all off, the ongoing drama of the appliances. They refuse to die in time for our warranty to cover them. Someone needs to push them off a cliff. Or take them hunting, and have them meet with a mysterious shooting accident. Or they could be bludgeoned to death in the middle of the night by an unknown intruder. Just don't pin it on me.