Weekend

Weekends are always interesting.I never know what they will bring.We did have some plans, we wanted to work on finishing the bedroom.
Now this project has taken about three weeks longer than it should have.
When we decided to set out on this little adventure called remodeling, I was prepared for all the little extra things we would have to do. I am not so ignorant that I am totally oblivious to all that must be done. I am, obviously, oblivious as to the amount of time those little things can take.
We installed the new lights. Which meant, removing the old ones. Me, painting the ceiling around the old ones. Nathaniel putting together the lights. Me holding them while Nathaniel puts them in. Ladies, if you ever become so generous in your aide to your husbands, ask for the back rub in advance.
This took most of Saturday. Okay, we didn't start until Nathaniel got home from work, but still...
Sunday, we had planned to go to church. Instead, we started finishing the trim, so after church, I could come home and paint the nails so they couldn't be seen. Yeah....RIGGGHHHT!!!
We didn't make it to church, instead, we finished about 5:30 last night. The first problem came with a little thing called a tape measure.
Our conversation went something like this:
Nathaniel handed me the end and I stood on the step ladder while he pulled it down to get the accurate measurement. "Do you have it?"
"Yes, I do."
"Are you sure you have it in the right place?"
"Yes, I am sure."
"Okay then, that is 86 and 7/8."
He then proceeded to go outside to cut the said trim to his measurements.Upon reentering the room, it was obvious the trim was too long.
"You held it in the wrong place."
"No, I didn't, I held it in the spot you told me to."
"Did you hold the tab, or just kind of hold it up?
With this question, Nathaniel received the first of many looks.
Sigh, "Yes, I held it right, did you bend it to align with the wall or did you just guess from the edge of the lower trim?"
Now, it was my turn to receive the look.
He went outside to remove the 3/4 inch of length. Upon returning, I held while he hammered. This continued for the next five pieces of trim, until after sending and receiving 'looks' he was left to measure it by himself while I complained that we were not going to make it to church, changed clothes, and began painting.
It was while painting, that I noticed one of the light fixtures was a little crooked. Yes, I know mentioning this was my mistake.
He left the trim to fix the light, which required me holding the light fixture up along with a flashlight, while standing on a chair. His words of advice? "Don't fall, the light will break."
Gee honey, thanks.
At seven p.m. I sat outside on the steps, listening as the town settled down for the night and thanking God the lights were straight, the trim is almost done, and Nathaniel and I have nearly completed this room. 
The bathroom is next, I think I need to go on a long vacation.