The Dust Bowl

The quality of air in our house has gone from bad to worse thanks to a combination of paint fumes and dust. I can't find anything we need because it is buried at the bottom of a box and then wrapped in plastic for good measure. When a porto-potty was placed in our front yard this morning, I took that as a sign I better hit the road. (but not before I had them move the potty!) I am at my parents with the kids. Findley is holding down the fort.

I came home yesterday and the painters had put paper down all over the house to protect the floors. For some reason, they then put my little kitchen rug back on top of the paper. I don't know why, but I can't stop laughing about it....


I wasn't the only one desperate to escape...