I thought I would save some money in the master bedroom by making my own custom color with leftover paint from other projects. I wanted a greige color and I had beige, I had grey, so I thought it would be perfect. I didn’t even have to run to the store. You are so awesome, Melissa!
It was awesome until….I ran out of paint.
Now I have to go and get my custom color matched if I want to finish the room. No time saved, no money saved. How can I complicate things any more?
after: clean but wrinkly.A couple of hot steamy showers, and the wrinkles will be history. This tip comes from my favorite cleaning book.
Thanks for your encouraging and understanding words yesterday~it’s amazing what a good night’s sleep can do for the soul! And thank goodness not every day is like that, right?? It’s hard to know the right balance of whining and complaining on the blog, but trying to keep it real, so thank you.
Let’s move more into my comfort zone: dressers!
I found this one at the thrift store and loved it, but it was $150. Oh c’mon, you know I can’t stomach paying that for a thrift store dresser! I asked the cashier if they had any 50% off furniture days coming up and she thought maybe the next Friday. Oh please, please, please let it be here when I come back…
It was! Believe me, there are plenty of pieces I would have loved that didn’t make it to the 50% day, but this one was mean to be. 

I lost my fitbit. I’m so bummed. We went on a date and I could see the shape of it under the sweater I was wearing, so for the first time I clipped it on the waist of my pants. I have called and called, but nothing’s been turned in. Since it’s so small, I may try to go look for it myself in the restaurant, the 2 blocks we walked, the parking lot, the concert hall? arrrrgggghhh. If you have one, keep it clipped to your bra.
I attempted to make a headboard for our bedroom this weekend. It didn’t turn out exactly how I imagined and I may have shed a few tears. I hate wasting time and money. It may just need a few days to get used to?? let’s hope.
I have been to the store 3 times today. We’re having some friends over tonight and so I tried to run to the store before my husband left for work. I was in a hurry, so I forgot 7 things and then I had to go back this morning with the boys and just as I got them buckled in, I remembered that I forgot poster board. Back in we went. Kroger cringes when we come in.
I have 8 cloth grocery bags in my van. I think I have remembered to bring them into the store ONCE. How do you remember?
my husband’s car alarm started going off this morning and would not turn off, even when he started the engine. SO LOUD. So I googled it, couldn’t find anything, so I called the mechanic and he said (yelled) over the alarm, close all the doors, lock them, then unlock them. it finally worked. Sorry neighborhood. Thank you, mechanic.
I had to throw away my favorite paintbrush because I forgot to wash it after using it. Unfortunately, this ain’t the first time that has happened.
Lauren asked me to switch her gym uniform from the washer to the dryer last night before she went to bed. Totally spaced it, so she had to stuff damp gym clothes in her backpack this morning. I told her to hang them in her locker and hopefully they can semi-dry before 5th period??
We put some home videos on dvd this weekend and at one point, the video camera was left on and it got me yelling at my boys for jumping off the couch in their shoes. The kids laughed, but I wanted to cry. It sounded so mean. Just what I want to remember…would it be awful of me to take it off or should I leave it on for reality sake?
I realize none of these are horrible, drastic events….just one of those mornings.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Love that line.
I better get my buns in gear~this house needs some major attention after the weekend. I’m going to set the timer for 45 minutes and just GO…things always seem to look up when you have a clean kitchen, right? Right??
Hopefully your Monday is AWESOME.
I’m sharing another favorite recipe today: banana bars! They are like soft banana bread, with a scrumptious glaze. They were brought to us by our friends, the Croshaws, in Logan, Utah when my first baby, Lauren, was born. Now, my kids love them. I make them in a sheet pan to make them stretch further.
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