and replaced with mental clutter. We're installing a new garage door opener.
I insisted on a 30 minute break when we started not accomplishing anything thanks to screaming.
Dh is now working in there himself. To give you an idea of the amount of
: -ness we were experiencing, I'm sitting here trying not to think "oh, great, he didn't take a break, now he's going to go all 'I did all the work' on me". Because he won't really, that's just the worst possible motive I can assign to him.
But the garage looks great. And soon, maybe even by this evening
:, we'll be able to open and close the doors!