We have two more weekends after this one to finish prepping the apartment we're in for new renters. (Just so everyone is on the same page: We live in a triplex that we own and we are moving into the fiveplex that we just bought.) In about five hours yesterday, we completed quite a bit of patching which makes me shake my head at how we procrastinated for two full years on it.
Spouse: I hate renovating. (He is standing on the ladder placing a piece of molding for measuring)
Me: I know, me too. But we could choose to love it.
Spouse: No, I hate it. Hand me a pencil.
Me: (handing him pencil.) But we have three weekends of this, we have no choice but to do it. Don't you think if we can stay away from the attitude of hating it, that it might be a little easier.
Spouse: No, I hate it. (probably wishing he could slap me)
This morning we've got to go over to the new place and change a couple of locks, replace a broken window, and take inventory of the things that were stolen. Then more work here this afternoon sanding and placing moldings and baseboards. Scintillating, huh?