Okay not really, but sort of.
I'm sick of working on this stupid house. It always goes like this - I'm jazzed up and energetic and work my ass off for three-quarters of a project and then just before it's done I lose all interest and move at a snail's pace. I suppose it's impatience, or maybe just that my brain moves faster than my arms and in my mind this place is supposed to be FINISHED, ALREADY! Ugh.
So, after two straight weeks of doing nearly nothing, I am now entertaining bids on the more aggravating pieces of interior work that remain. Specifically, sheetrocking and tiling the bathroom, and skimcoating the study ceiling.
I feel a strange combination of conflicting emotions about it. On the one hand, I'm salty about paying someone for work I could easily do myself. On the other hand, it's elating to think that someone might actually complete these tasks inside of a week, rather than procrastinating them for a month as I surely would. (Er, as I HAVE, that is.)
So, okay. Whatever. Why should I care? Don't zillions of other people speak of "doing" projects, (e.g. "we remodeled our kitchen!" or "we put in a new deck!") when in fact they paid someone else to do it? Why is it that when *I* say these things, I have to mean that *I* actually did it with my own two hands? People rarely believe that anyway, most likely because I'm a chick.
I want a manicure.