So Friday night my buddy Karen and I spent three and a half fun-filled hours taping off church walls to be painted, while our children impersonated banshees in the gym.
Saturday morning I hosted a mom/tots group in our home, where we crafted faux gingerbread houses.
Somewhere along the way, Elle developed a fondness for frosting:
Then Saturday night Karen and I headed back to church. We painted wall lettering and coffee cup decals, and glazed a crimson wall with cheesecloth from 7pm till about 3am. Our fuel was Clay Aiken and an 80's remix, home-cooked Indian curry, butter cookies, and a ton of girl talk and laughter.
It was, to be honest, a smashingly good time.
And as we cleaned up at a quarter till three, we agreed we should do this more often. We'll just show up, paint random rooms in the church, giggle through the night.
The brilliant thing about volunteer labor is that it's awfully hard to get fired.