I might just wear it to bed

As I write this, I am sitting at my dining room table wearing a respirator.  I may sleep with it on.  Seriously. 

Our downstairs remodel is not exactly finished, but we are definitely making progress.  Today we were scheduled to drive to Canada to officially move Byron's dad to the U.S.  But our plan got a tad delayed because we realized (luckily before we left) that the carpet warehouse had not given us all the carpet padding we purchased, which necessitated going after an additional roll so that our friend, Bob, who started installing carpet in the downstairs suite today could actually finish the job while we're away.  By the time we had retrieved the extra padding from the only store in the Seattle area that had it, it was 4 p.m.  We have opted to sleep in our own bed and head up to B.C. early tomorrow morning.

Had we known that Bob was going to make such progress in the first day and that he was adhereing the padding to the floor with a solvent containing hexane and toluene, maybe we would have chosen differently.  That said, I'd rather sleep wearing a respirator in my own bed than without one somewhere else.  So I think that's what I'll be doing -- within minutes.  (Hopefully, the fact that every door and window in the house is open and we have all the fans on will make the respirator unnecessary).  God knows turning over in bed at 33 weeks pregnant is hard enough without a respirator on your face!

To say I'm exhausted would be an understatement at this point.  We've been working on the downstairs with the help of hired workers from Casa Latina and the generous help of many friends over the past week or so.  Last night, we found ourselves painting 'till midnight.  (I'll tell you all about our progress this past week in a future post with photos).  And today, we were up again at 6 a.m. putting on another coat.  It's looking just great, and we are beginning to forget how awful it looked before the drywall, paint and lights.  I guess that's what keeps us going . . . that and the fact that someone's is going to live there beginning tomorrow . . . and the reality that I'm having a baby in seven weeks.  Nothing like a little motivation.

Here's hoping we can finish the rest in the next four weeks -- once Herman arrives, we'll enlist him as well.  Nobody is safe! I also hope that we have no big wait at the border or difficulties emigrating him tomorrow.

Well, off to bed.


jill pratt said…
wish we lived a bit closer and could help you out. glad you see some light at the end of the tunnel...safe travels and call when you get some time. we miss you!
Ohmigod! You are insane! You know you could have slept at our house. Granted, not the same as your bed, but we would have made you breakfast and coffee before your big trip.

Ok, enough lecturing. Glad you're back and can't wait to see the basement!

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