Master Bathroom: Part 2 Slate Floor

We ripped out the nasty linoleum here and have been slowly working on the slate floor that is finally complete!  Apparently when you only work when the baby is sleeping it takes forever for anything to get completed.  It's also a huge pain when you are 7 month preggo because my freaking brain doesn't work!!!

It's actually been finished for about a week....I'm a little slow on the posting, so sue me. No don't, well you won't get anything.

Isn't it spectacular?!?!  I stinking love it!  I keep walking in there and sitting to stare at it :) I even spruced up the air conditioning vent with a little ORB spray paint...looks brand new!

I painted the walls white where the board and batten will go!  We've also redone the vanity and are hoping to be done in the next week or so!


Now for a little story and this one is not about a man named Jed.  {you know your singing the song now :) }

Last Friday, I had a doctor's appointment for a pg checkup.  Not only do I get to rock the Gestational Diabetes train, but I also have to drive 45 min to get to my doctor's office.
Anywho, last Friday was Hayley's 8th birthday!

Here is how my plan for the day was suppose to go:

8:40-Leave House
9:30-Doctor Appointment
10:15ish-Pick up Hayley's other presents
11:30ish-Get Home make her cupcakes, play with the kids, finish picking up the house
1:00-3:00 -Audrey takes a nap
3:00-Hayley's friend comes over and we go swimming at the YMCA Water Park
6:00-The kids make mini pizzas and we have cupcakes.

 Much like everything I have planned when in a time crunch, it went to Hell in a hand basket!
How the day actually went:
8:40-Leave House

9:15- arrive at doctor, receptionist looks confused and tells me I'm early...I said yep, like 15 min.  You see, the doctor was booked that day and I had been double booked over another patient because he wanted me to come in and was on vacation this week.  I sit down in the waiting room and the nurse calls my name.  I start to stand up and he explains that the doctor doesn't have a patient until 9:50 and my appointment isn't until 10:10....shit I have to wait almost a freakin hour....I could totally use the sleep.

10:00-Doctor walks into my room and says oops, I have someone before you and starts to leave....I say are you freaking kidding me and explain that I have been waiting to see him for almost an hour and all he has to do is measure me. (I am measuring 2 weeks ahead, this is normal for someone with Gest. Diabetes.  They still have to make sure my little gentleman nugget isn't going to try to burst through my lady biz weighing 20lbs....)  He says well I can do that really quick....still too big, so now I need to schedule a sono to make sure the tiny monkey hasn't morphed into a giant gorilla baby!

10:20- driving to pick up Hayley's gift....when I hear thud, thud, thud....I've blown a mother fuzzing tire, son of a bitch!  We drove over a huge metal thing like a month ago and got all new tires then!  Damn, I pull over and it's not blown, just popped by a board with 3 nails in it.  Two of those nails are in my tire. Shit!  I pull the board out and the tire is immediately making a fizzing noise letting the air out.  I put my fingers over the holes.  What the hell am I going to do stand there with my fingers holding in the air...yep that sounds logical!  I let them go and quickly drive across the street to the gas station and call Mr. TSL.  He can't come help me because I am 50 minutes from home and I have the carseat.  Oops.  He calls my super awesome brother-in-law, who comes over assesses the situation fills the tire and Mr. TSL has found a place to fix it across the street for $17.  Awesome, we drive over there and they say it will take 20 minutes to patch the tire....they did not, however, mention that the wait to fix it was 2 hours.  At least it was clean and air conditioned!

Almost 1pm-  I finally make it to pick up Hayley's gifts.
Driving home, I come across 2 huge accidents and silently pray that I know I was having a crappy day, but to get me home safe and I will forget it all happened!

Mr. TSL has just laid Audrey down for a nap around 2 and I can hear her shouting because she knows I'm home....no nap for her.  Crap.  I needed some peace and quiet.  Not happening.  Mr. TSL and I make the cupcakes and put them in the oven, Hayley's friend shows up, I tell her mom how my day is going and she laughs and says I ought to just climb back in bed!  I wish....the day is going to get worse first!

Yep, I said worse.  About a month and a half ago I kicked my toe really hard...like, the toe nail is going to eventually come off, hard.  I am eating strawberries at the bar in the kitchen and sitting on the stool talking to Mr. TSL.  I drop a strawberry which is not uncommon for me, I go to jump down to retrieve said strawberry and kick the bad tow on the rail of the stool.  I instantly knew it was bad, I grab it and it is bleeding, I have ripped it loose....shit it hurts.  Mr. TSL is helping with the pain by making this obnoxious vomiting noises which is making me laugh.  Hayley and her friend start screaming that part of my bloody toe is on the kitchen floor....it's the strawberry I dropped...also funny!  I finally pull my hand off the toe and it looks really weird...like I cut the skin, then it dawns on me that I have actually popped half of the toe nail up and it is sitting on the cuticle!  Flipping gross!  Instead of heading to the pool we spent Hayley's party at the minor emergency center...sucky 8th birthday party!



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