I was at a writer's conference this weekend but called home to get an update on the flooring. What better time to do it than when I'm out of hubby's hair?
Madison: "Not much has happened."
Me: "What does that mean."
Madison: "Exactly what it sounds like. He hasn't done anything."
He obviously needs me to crack the whip. I did this via another phone call. He hemmed and hawed. But when I returned home, he had started.
Me: "You've done well. It looks great. The color is nice. Why isn't it done?"
Tom: "Ha! Funny."
He did a little bit each weeknight. The longer he worked, the easier it got. He ruined a pair of gloves and tore holes in his kneepads, but on Saturday, I kept him company, reading aloud from my WIP while he laid flooring. Never let it be said I didn't help.
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