Needed: A Pep Talk, A Hug, and A Beer.

... not how things look at our house I'm taking a quick break from working on our bathroom, to eat a bite of lunch, and to send out a plea for a positive word. Our dear friend Erica arrives for a week-long visit tonight. Robb and I have been trying to get our bathroom tidied, but even after a week with my head wedged beside the toilet, I don't think it looks appreciably better. It looks different, sure. Instead of looking like a wreck, it looks like a construction site. Today is about the prettiest day imaginable, and I've spent the entire time in the bathroom. Please send sympathy, and beer.