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Not long after we finished removing the fairy princess wallpaper in the upstairs room that would become our bedroom, I decided to start picking at the dining room dot-and-paisley wallpaper. I’m neurotic, and I pick at things, so this isn’t surprising. And so you can fill in your own metaphor or cliché or song about what happened next—you know, the one that comes to mind when you start something small and it just keeps growing and growing and nothing goes right, but it’s been started, so you have to keep on going. Yeah, that one.

So what was once an innocent little peek at the condition of the wall underneath turned into a dining room table in the middle of our living room, complete with cancelled playgroups and puréed avocado on our carpet. And we are only about ¼ of the way done. What, you’re not jealous?