I am sorry.
I am sorry about the nail gun that terrifies you.
I am sorry about the sander that makes your three little legs shiver.
I am sorry about the pit bull (mix) that has taken up residence in our house the last couple weeks,
confining you to my arms or the "other" room.
I am sorry that you haven't been able to find your water bowl because it's in a different place every 20 minutes.
I am sorry that your intake of biscuits is four to ten times your intake of actual food.
Wait. You are fine with that. I take that sorry back.
But I am sorry that sometimes you have mattresses falling on you. I am glad it was only twice.
I am sorry that you seem to always walk into the wrong room to go to sleep every night.
I am sorry about that white paint on the top of your head.
I am sorry that when I tried to get it out I put more paint in.
I am sorry that you have to go to the bathroom on wood scraps and sawdust outside.
I am sorry that if you want to be in the same room as us you have to lay on old insulation or burlap sacks.
I am sorry that I told you that tupperware storage was a crib.
I love you.
your mom, (you lucky dog.)
When you are trying to redo your house while still traveling all over the country for work you have to get creative.
Brad and I were in NYC for work the other day and had to talk to my brother about what our vision was with the room. After some very annoying phone conversations we remembered we lived in the days of facetime! Our carpenter consultation got much more interesting and effective!
Below I will try to do a recap of exactly what Steve is saying in each shot. As far as I can recall:
"So basically, if you look here, you guys live in a shack."
"I get that you want to show these amazing beams and wood but we live in PENNSYLVANIA, not the Bahamas."
"Well I can do it, but overall, this was a pretty dumb idea.
Have fun being glamorous in New York while I am sweating in your 105 degree attic. . .I mean, new bedroom."