The love cry of exhausted householders

Tonight, after a long exhausting and difficult day, selenite eyed me in the shower and said "Oh, I wish I was healthy, rested, and uninjured, and you were too!"

Right, I guess that would be a non-mating cry.

)&**%& Shed

Another day eaten by the Awful Shed Project.

Spent all of today working on it, interspersed with dashes inside to make sure the kids were playing together happily, watching a video happily, napping, etc. And the occasional rest break drinking water and collapsing on the floor. We started shortly before 10 and didn't stop until after 7. That's a lot more physical labor than I usually put in.

I'm tired, I'm sore from climbing up and down ladders and on and off my knees, my arms are sunburned, my face is chapped and uncomfortable (but not burned - my sunhat has totally paid for itself now), and generally wiped out. And the damn thing still isn't completely finished. There's a couple roof screws still to go on (ran out of charge on the drill/screwdriver), there's the side roof edge trims, and the doors. There are problems with the doors, hopefully selenite can get help figuring how best to deal with THAT.

I am discovering I have more aptitude with building things and working with a power drill/screwdriver and figuring out how it all goes together than I ever thought I did. Particularly, I'm finding that if I am NOT the assistant standing there holding things while impatiently shifting my weight from leg to leg, but instead am allowed to be the lead and take charge and just start doing it, I can do stuff I'd never have thought I could, and do it better than I ever thought I could. And I need to give myself more credit for my relatively high dexterity rating.

Strength and endurance still suck, though. I am soooo tired. And I've overstrained my right wrist with that drill; it hurts and I don't think I'm going to get to do any knitting in the next few days, which makes me unhappy.