Too much, dahling, too much.

Have you ever experience that look that your mother gives you when you've burst into the room with yet ANOTHER brilliant idea. It's that look that says "I know you. You are so naive. This is going to be so much more work than you think. You're going to make me help, eventually."
How do moms know everything? It never ceases to amaze me.
I get excited about things. I really like doing things. There's always a project I want to complete, always some wish to fulfill. I like this about myself. I like that I like doing things. This is good. What I don't like is how I can be so very gung-ho at the beginning, but I get to the point of no return and realize that man, this is gonna be hard, and man, it's gonna take a lot more time and patience than i had planned.
Currently, I have a bathroom, stripped of wallpaper, needing to be cleaned, spackled, sanded, primed, painted, and cleaned again. And yes, I know it's gonna be beautiful when it's done, but it's amazing the situations i put myself into. So, hopefully, this time next week, my bathroom walls will have some color again. CANNOT wait. and that's all i really have to say tonight.  Goodnight, friends. I hope your projects are not quite so unwieldy as mine. = ]