Right now my son is out on the front porch sanding my coffee table. I’ve been wanting to paint it for awhile, or restain it, but I haven’t gotten around to sanding it down and getting it ready. Well, while at my mom’s he sanded her dining room table for her so she could restain it and he had such fun that he asked her for some sandpaper so he could come home and sand my coffee table. He’s so funny. I never liked sanding things, but if it’s something he enjoys then yay for him.

He’s more helpful around the house than most men I know. Sad, isnt it?

Anyway, hopefully today I feel well enough to help my son clean his room because although he’s a pretty handy kid, he hates cleaning his own room. It’s quite frustrating. I’m not sure that I’ll be up to it, though, feeling the way I do. I just took some painkillers and I might have to make Eric come inside so I can lay down, and he’ll either have to finish that coffee table on the back porch or at another time.