It's been a rough day. Shadow's bedroom floor has been sagging - we think because of that pipe bursting in the house last spring. His room got the worst of it since it's right next to the bathroom. We thought we got all of the water up, but clearly we did not. Thankfully, my dad has some time to help me with repairing it this weekend.
He came over bright and early to lead the way since I know very little about carpentry. We ripped the floor up, down to the joists. It was worse than we thought. Shaun stepped through the floor, dad cracked it with his butt, and I straight up fell through. I have some scrapes and bruises and I'm sore, but I guess I'm fine. I'm just thankful that it's being repaired. Side note: Congoleum is bomb-ass flooring because it kept us from falling through before we pulled it up. Just sayin'.
I'm tired. We have more work to do the rest of the weekend. I have a test on Tuesday. Shadow and Kira have a web project coming due that I said I would help them both with. I did rest up most of the week, but I guess it was just so I could power through Thanksgiving and this weekend.
Sharing my sad Emma post one last time (for realsies). Worth a shot, I guess.
Highlight of my day: Baja with the fam and finding $4 in a store parking lot. Happy Birthday to me.