It is a stretch for me to be here tonight. Blogging. I'm tired. My hands are dry and cracked. And my ceiling has holes in it. Lots of holes...
1. I ran 8 miles this morning. We ran at a decent clip and stopped at Starbucks on the way home. I really needed that run! And that coffee!
2. I painted #2's room today. Twice. After my mom and I wallpapered an accent wall in there yesterday. The worst part? It needs a THIRD coat!!! And I even used paint with primer built in. I seriously want to gag myself with a spoon at the thought of that third coat. Yuck!
Here's a sneak peek:

The paint is seriously bright and it changes color. Sometimes it's green. Sometimes it's yellow. But it's seriously 100% #2! And she loves it.
3. I wasn't all work and no fun today. #4 went on a playdate this morning. #3 had a playdate this afternoon. I picked up #1 from a sleepover this morning. And #2 helped me (for reals - helped a lot) paint. And loved it! And we all went for a walk to enjoy the weather in between coats one and two. It was a gorgeous day!
4. Our staircase is nearly done. I have one rogue step left to stain and poly. But the rest is complete. Now I have to remove all that awful painters tape. Oh my! For the love of God, it sucks.
Sneak Peek #2 of the night:

5. My in-laws stopped at our house for a night on their way home to Omaha from Dallas. It's always fun to have them and the girls love it. Plus, my parents and sister's family came over for dinner Friday night so we had a really full house of fun. It was a great night!
And...the best part of the in-laws stop? They dropped off my two Ikea Rast dressers. I have assembled the dressers and they are awaiting a couple coats of paint. They are going to look AWESOME in my foyer! But alas, I had no time to paint them this weekend. But that's OK. It makes the wait for my foyer completion that much better!
6. I made you wait for the big story of the weekend. Well, if you read through 1 - 5, here goes...We had a pipe break in our ceiling yesterday. I'm not sure if I'm thankful we were home or not? Sometimes I think I'd like to take a match to our house and start over. Regardless, we were home.
Let me back up a little and try to give you a little perspective. My parents were in town this weekend. They helped my sister paint her kids' rooms on Friday and they were over at our house yesterday. My mom and I wallpapered #2's room while the hubby and my dad installed a new outlet in my foyer and attempted to install a new doorbell. (We've been without one for YEARS. I sort of felt like, What's the hurry?) Anyway, as I was attempting to vacuum our freshly cleaned floors that were already filthy, my dad came RUNNING up the basement steps frantically waving his hands back and forth and yelling something unintelligible. I seriously thought he was excited because he had figured out that damn doorbell. I wish.
I looked up and there was water GUSHING out of a pot light right at the door to the basement. My dad, the hubby, and I all raced upstairs and into each of the three bathrooms. Nothing. Dry. Nada. We checked each bathroom a couple times before we even thought to run downstairs and turn off the main water supply. Meanwhile, the smoke detector shorted and started going off. That thing was LOUD! By this time the kids were all freaking out crying (the littles ones) and the hubby and I were screaming at each other and the kids to turn it off and/or stop crying. (I never said I was flawless under pressure!) The circuit breaker didn't make it turn off so the hubby finally had to remove the battery.

We started out putting towels down but the water was coming out so hard I could have stood under that light and taken a shower! Finally, my dad grabbed a couple buckets and we started collecting water from the various leaks. Then, we noticed the water spreading ALL OVER the ceiling. All over. In the end, we poked two holes in the ceiling to prevent the whole thing from falling down. My new hardwood floors are probably damaged (water damage takes a day or two to show up), the carpet to the basement is soaked, and my ceiling is a lost cause.

We finally found the cause of the leak, called our insurance company, called a plumber, and got it fixed. I'm not exaggerating in the least when I say it took the plumber longer to write up the invoice than it did to fix the leak. Meanwhile, my parents took the kids over to my sister's house and fed them dinner while the hubby and I stayed behind to clean up the mess. It was awful.

And so, that was our Saturday night. Can you beat that?
So on that note, have a great week! I don't think ours can get any worse. In fact, I think I'm going to play the lottery. Maybe the Universe owes me one?!