My loving husband informed me that you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet. Well of course you do. But only the guy that never cleans up after himself would break them by throwing them against the wall. Yay progress!
So today I could take it no longer and escaped to my happy place where I gazed longingly at piles of fabrics and flipped through stacks of books trying to decide what to make. Few things in this life make me happier than a stack of good books.