Things are getting super messy over here.

It has been a few months since the last time our entire house was covered in a thin layer of demo dust and we were really enjoying the lack of sneezing, so we put some inevitable demo off for a couple of weeks. Last week, we finally decided it was time to awaken the dust beast again, this time via our son’s bedroom (along with his bedroom closet, the hall closet, and the “linen” closet.)

We would love to be able to do jobs like these without making our entire house a gigantic, dusty mess.  We would also like to do these jobs while our son naps so that Ronan and I can work together. It seems like both of these goals are totally unattainable…such is life.

Anyway, after waking our son up from his very short nap to the familiar sound of crashing plaster, we let him help us quite a bit (once the dust cleared out of the room.) He was so happy and told me that “a day of work is way more fun than a day of vacation.”  At first, I thought that was the cutest thing ever, but then I started thinking about places that we had vacationed (because I like to punish myself like that) and asked him if working was more fun than being at each and every one of those places.  He replied yes to each item on my list and now we will never be going on a vacation with our child again.