This Is How I Live

My sister asked me if I thought I'd ever finish my house.  Yes, hopefully, before I die.  My mother says I should have put a sign up--"Under Construction."  Right now I'm painting furiously.  I try to do a litle each day.  Paint cans are everywhere.  Exterior and interior.  Oil-based and latex primers, enamel, ceiling.  I got it all.  Ladders, plastic sheeting, a joint compound bucket, sanding blocks, dropcloths, bare lightbulbs and outlets exposed.  It's unpleasant to live this way, but the job cannot be rushed.  Paint needs to cure for a month, especially on windows.  I hope to finish the kitchen this snowy weekend.