My poor nerves

 There are a lot of things I am afraid of.  Hammering nails into drywall is not one of them.

Yesterday I hung up some National Park posters that had been leaning against the wall in our guest room, waiting for me to get it together.  I don't know that I have it together, but I am going through the house in a not very systematic manner, addressing things.

I measured the first one and then gave up.  I was imprecise with my measuring just like I'm imprecise with my eye, but eyeballing it is faster. (Most of the posters were already hung, I did only seven of them yesterday.)

Mark got home from his allergy shot and we decided which park we would revisit first.

Then I had him help me hang this flag above the door in the kitchen.

I can't remember where I got it.  I think at a store in Snohomish.  I am not letting Donald Trump putting his face on everything celebrating 250 years of America ruin my celebration!

Mark made me nervous climbing on a barstool when there was a nearby stepladder.  My children are the Mr. Bennet to my Mrs. Bennet.

Speaking of my poor nerves, this morning I was awakened by the smoke detectors blaring.  I couldn't figure out if I could smell smoke or not.  I was so discombobulated that I couldn't think straight.  Once I ascertained that there was no fire, the smoke detectors were just out to get me, I called Adam.  (Why do smoke detectors have to be so aggravating and why do they only beep for new batteries or have a hissy fit, like they did this morning, when I am asleep?!?)

He had me push the button (I used the stepladder) and it didn't work.  He told me to turn off the breaker.  Still didn't work, but when I went to the basement, I realized the smoke detectors down there were living their best life so that's why Mark hadn't woken up.  

The breakers didn't work either.  Adam's next idea was to disconnect them from the ceiling.  I had to go get our small lightweight ladder to be able to reach that.  One down.  At the next smoke detector, I couldn't get it disconnected and it was hard to reach and Adam (who was still on the phone) told me to go get Mark.  I felt bad disturbing his sleep, but I needed a hero.  A bleary-eyed Mark disconnected the rest for me.  In our room there is a peaked ceiling so Mark had to go get the big, heavy ladder.  As he was lugging it up the stairs, I felt really grateful for that kid.  I think if he hadn't been here to help me, I would have had to just move.

Happily it happened 30 minutes before my alarm was set to go off and not 3 hours before my alarm was set to go off!