Mudding

Mud.  Dope.  Joint Compound.  

Whatever you want to call it - it sucks.  

I spent three nights last week with Parker in the Baby Bjorn after the girls went to sleep, mudding in the pantry.  Not easy - especially when the baby is awake and desperately trying to get his hands IN said mud. And I did a pretty horrible job.  We're going to have to sand off a TON of the stuff, which is even less fun.  

I'm going to get it done this week, though, I swear!