Update and reminder

It's after 4 in the afternoon. What have we accomplished on the playhouse today?

Mr. Diva started hanging the last of the insulation so we can start on the walls after we start on the ceiling. I guess he was tired of me standing in the middle of the floor asking what I could do, so he handed me a stapler and said, "Here. Staple the insulation to the studs. Like this." This man is a mechanic. He has such amazing arm and hand strength that he can put the cap back on the oil filters of cars so tightly that he's the only one that can get them off. I feel sorry for those guys when one of his cars comes in on his days off! So he made the stapling look pretty easy.

Now I'm not a total wuss, but I'm also no mechanic with freakishly strong arms. So when it not only took me standing on my tiptoes to reach parts of the insulation, but then it took me two hands to staple it, this really frustrated him. He sighed very dramatically and said, "Oh fine, I'll just do it. Go on." I wasn't complaining, whining or griping or anything! I was just trying to find out the best way for my vertically-challenged self to (oh here I go again) git 'r done. He and I just do not work well together. He sent me in to make lunch. I guess he knows where my talent lies.

Now all of the insulation is in and stapled to the studs. He is currently on a sheet-rock and 2 x something buying mission. After me just not leaving it the hell alone, he is now going to have to cut up one section of floor because it's not properly supported. It's right inside the door, right where everyone's feet automatically hit with that first step. It's not going to take long for that to just wear right through. We paid good money for that flooring and it's going to be quite an undertaking to put it down and I have no intention of re-doing it down the road. So he finally agreed with me and we're fixing it. I'm not Diva the Builder, but I got me some smarts.

I am just one of these people that when I have something to do and a limited amount of time to do it in, I work with everything in me to get it done. (I skipped the redneck colloquialism this time. It gets redundant over time, methinks.) That's just the way I am. Mr. Diva is not like this. We worked for 45 minutes then took an hour lunch. Then we worked for another 45 minutes then came in to cool off because the insulation was sticking to our sweat and that is a bad, bad thing. So what I thought was going to be a 15 minute cool-off, turned into watching the entire movie, Babe, with the kids. Now it's after 4 and THE PLAYHOUSE IS REALLY NO CLOSER TO BEING DONE!!!!!!!!!! Where are the unsharpened pencils? I feel the need to shove a few into my eyeballs.

I love him, but sometimes . . . sometimes I just don't understand him.

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And now the reminder portion of this post:

It is time to vote for Miss RSJS once again.

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