when your husband's a superhero...

you've gotta step up.

When he's working full-time (+) and coming home every night to a new house project (attacks on sewage clean-outs, grounding furnace outlets, taking apart toilets, pulling up tackboard, etc) and a grumpy baby and a wife who's having a hell of a time doing the motherhood/working woman dance...

When he takes the 7AM flight up to Seattle on a Saturday to pack up the rest of the stuff that didn't fit in the POD and turn around and make a retarded long drive with a dog and a cat, only to come home to his in-laws visiting for a week...

I had big plans for stepping it up. These plans included painting a room and moving the little one in it so we'd have space for all the stuff he's bringing. These plans were put into motion first thing Saturday morning. Windows were taped, walls were washed, plates were removed. Ceilings were painted. Wall paint was purchased. The little one went to bed and I was ready. All the painting accessories came out, and I ready to stay up all night to get that damn room painted.

And all of a sudden my plans were thwarted. By the evil that is known only as...

Purple.

FRICK! The lilac that I decided on - the nice, light, subtle lilac - turned purple. Way purple. Like you'd walk into the room and you'd say, "damn, that's purple."

At least the ceiling's painted.