Well, week #2 of house painting is drawing to a close and I’m feeling like I may need to buy a stocking to hang for Leo (the painter) just in case he is still toiling away at this house, come Christmas. 
He is just a little past half way done and please don’t mistake this for complaining- I just want my house back and the freedom to walk around it in tank top and skivvies til past 9 AM. I am very thankful- Leo is THE most particular, OCD-ish painter I’ve ever met and his work reflects such. He works alone and prefers it that way.
He is quiet, constantly working while at the house but a great conversationist, when engaged: we’ve talked mma, Lil Wayne, kids, boxing, our love for eating hot wings and just life, in general, the perfect ratio of silence :conversation, that being about 60:40 for me, on an average day, with someone not close to me.
All in all, the experience has been less tortuous than expected and I’m looking forward to restoring order (well physical order) back to our house.
The kids certainly have enjoyed it- each afternoon, on return from school, they run inside to see what progress has been made and proceed to interrogate Leo for info. He is living their dream- they would LOVE to get into that paint and “just roll one wall, mama!!”
So it’s Saturday and Leo will be here soon. I gotta get my yoga in before he comes, or else relegate myself to the bedroom so as not to subject him to such an atrocity as me making a (earnest and worthy) attempt at the Downward Facing Dog pose. 
Happy Saturday!