We're making a sandbox. Which really means the kids are tearing up the house and fighting while I swear under my breath from the realization that all of my freaking hardware is wrong, wrong, wrong, and I am way over my head with this stupid project. Ohhh, but it was going to be so EASY. Easy. Yes. "Easy."
Just a little project, probably wrapped up before nap time. Heck, probably done before my second cup of coffee this morning. I'll just get some 2X4s, and screw them together, take it to the garden, fill it with sand and we're in business. Piece of cake.
Has anyone seen my drill bit? Jay, put the box of screws down. Why doesn't this end match up to this other end? Why won't these screws tighten down anymore?
Who thought this dumb, stupid project was even a good idea?! Has anyone seen my drill bit? Jay, put that down, you'll break that! Ella, leave that alone! HEY YOU GUYS! No wood screws up the nose!
Has anyone seen my drill bit? Jay stop chasing your sister with the screwdriver!
How is one side a full two inches shorter than the other? It's a freaking box. Four sides. How can this be so hard?
Has anyone seen my drill bit? Ella, DON'T TOUCH THE DRILL. Jay, close the toolbox. Now. NOW!
HAS. ANYONE. SEEN. MY. FREAKING. DRILL BIT?!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
Somehow, I suspect him:
How fun! A sandbox! When you figure it out, want to build us one? :)
ReplyDeleteI guess that I will now have to go and find my own life because I can no longer live vicariously thru your blog. I'm sure one of the kids should have at least pooped out your missing drill bit by now! Give us something girl!!! Michelle T
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