I have high hopes for this weekend.
The girls are feeling better and were more like normal today than they have been. The sore throats, upset stomachs and headaches seem to be gone. Hopper still has a fairly substantial cough, but there is huge improvement over all.
We have hopes to make some decent progress this weekend. We'll be picking up lumber to finish the windows downstairs and to put shelving in a cubby we had built under the stairs. We will still have to paint everything, but at least we'll be able to get them cut out and sanded this weekend. I hope.
We have other things to do besides that, though. Like meeting with the mortgage broker about refinancing the house. The interest rate is hard to pass up.
Like we don't have enough on our plates.
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.