Some mornings while eating breakfast with that cute guy I married and his mother I ask Hernan what his plans for the day are. Often this results in him leaping up from the table to begin demolishing some part of the house with a pick. A wall, a floor, whatever has been bothering him most or whatever his mother or I have been bothering him about most.
If we're lucky, the demo is then followed by some kind of home improvement. When we're unlucky, we get to live in rubble for a few days.
Today's project - finishing the floor in his mother's dining room so that it will be (1) level, (2) made of tile instead of dirt, rock, and patches of concrete, and (3) safer for his grandmother to walk around on. He didn't finish today, but progress is looking good.
haha.... ANY improvement is good! :)
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