Demolition Day

I am sooooo tired. We've spent the past couple days at our new (old) house. We are replacing almost every single light fixture inside and out and also doing tons of painting. We're trying to get the upstairs ready for carpeting next week. In the girls' playroom, there was the most awful wallpaper that had to go. But, for some reason soooo far beyond my understanding, the people who put the wallpaper up did it by sticking it on sheets of super flimsy wood and then nailing and GLUING it to the walls. I spent the day taking molding off windows and door frames and then prying sheets of wallpaper-laden wood off the walls. It was hard work and a total nightmare. I got all of the wood off, but now we're not sure what to do about the glue. (Anyone know?) Then, I spent the evening pulling up all of the existing carpet in our upstairs. It was icky and it was heavy and it ripped my hands to shreds. But I did it! I know what you're thinking. "You mean you and Sonny, right?" Uh. No. I mean me. Where was my dear husband? I don't know. I choose to believe he was somewhere doing something utterly brilliant and helpful, but I have my suspicions. All I know is, I am seriously tougher than I thought I was. And also...I am totally getting a manicure after we are all moved in.