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Aug. 31st, 2004 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ann_leckieWell, things are getting better. We're not done with the kitchen, not by a long shot, but it's much less horrifying to look at. All that lath is covered up, Mr. Cameron spent a day working on plumbing and electrical things, so even where things stick out it looks much nicer. Here's what it looked like this morning:
And here's where we were by this afternoon.
I'm promised a working kitchen sink and dishwasher by tomorrow evening. Mr Cameron was going to continue working into the night tonight on things I'm not helpful with, but I told him to sit down and have a beer.
Paidhi Girl had her first day of the school year, which was interupted because the only time I could get to take her for her Dr. appointment was this afternoon. The kids are both healthy, but we had to go down the street to get blood drawn for a lead level. They wouldn't do a finger stick--they had to draw out of the kids' arms. So Paidhi Girl was first. She sat in the chair with big tears rolling down her cheeks insisting she didn't want to do it, it was going to hurt, and she was getting ready to pitch a real fit no matter how much we told her it wouldn't be that bad. Then they stuck her, and suddenly she said, "Oh, that doesn't hurt." The tears stopped.
Then it was Paidhi Boy's turn. He hopped up in the chair, and suddenly Paidhi Girl starts crying again. "What's wrong?" I asked. "You're done, and it didn't hurt."
"But now I'm sad for Paidhi Boy," she says miserably. Paidhi Boy didn't like it one bit when they stuck him, and told me several times after we got home that we were never going to do that again.
And here's where we were by this afternoon.
I'm promised a working kitchen sink and dishwasher by tomorrow evening. Mr Cameron was going to continue working into the night tonight on things I'm not helpful with, but I told him to sit down and have a beer.
Paidhi Girl had her first day of the school year, which was interupted because the only time I could get to take her for her Dr. appointment was this afternoon. The kids are both healthy, but we had to go down the street to get blood drawn for a lead level. They wouldn't do a finger stick--they had to draw out of the kids' arms. So Paidhi Girl was first. She sat in the chair with big tears rolling down her cheeks insisting she didn't want to do it, it was going to hurt, and she was getting ready to pitch a real fit no matter how much we told her it wouldn't be that bad. Then they stuck her, and suddenly she said, "Oh, that doesn't hurt." The tears stopped.
Then it was Paidhi Boy's turn. He hopped up in the chair, and suddenly Paidhi Girl starts crying again. "What's wrong?" I asked. "You're done, and it didn't hurt."
"But now I'm sad for Paidhi Boy," she says miserably. Paidhi Boy didn't like it one bit when they stuck him, and told me several times after we got home that we were never going to do that again.