One Thing Always Leads to Another

There  must be some law of physics that says when you start on a particular task it inevitably leads to another. 

Like when you clean the windows and then realize the screens could do with a vacuum as well and then all of a sudden, the trim needs washing and the curtains are filthy and can't possibly go back up until they've been washed. 

Or when you go out to fill the birdbath because the birds have been squawking (that word looks really weird) at you for hours to fill the bloody thing and it's all pooey and slimy so you go to the shed to get the birdbath cleaning brush (yes, I have a separate brush for that because ew) and, because on your way to the shed you almost step in dog poo, you try to find the box of cheapo sandwich bags you use to pick up the poo but you're out of them so you have to go back inside to gather a few newspaper delivery bags that you use for dog walk poo.  After you've picked up the poos, (because there's never just one) and put the plastic bags on the shelf, you search for the birdbath brush but after 5 minutes scrounging around trying to find it, you end up putting all the stuff on the shelves back in the specially bought plastic trays  because NOBODY AROUND HERE EVER PUTS THINGS AWAY WHERE THEY BELONG.  So now you've been out there for 15 minutes and you haven't even touched the bloody birdbath.

It's enough to make you think twice about starting anything.

This is happening now in Boy's room.  He got this huge Playmobil castle for Christmas.  It is a pretty awesome castle with dungeons and turrets and a moat and a bucket for boiling oil, not real boiling oil, just pretend and a trapdoor.  But it has to be at least 2 1/2 feet across. 

We decided that Boy needed the castle to sit up on some type of table.  Of course, we didn't have anything on hand that would do so Himself set about making a table.  He made a grand table with a shelf underneath for the containers of knight paraphernalia and room at the sides so the knights could attack.   It has castors (not  French beavers) on the legs so that Boy can move it out from the wall to get around all sides.  The table is about 3 feet square.

When we got it up to Boy's room, it was immediately apparent that either the table was too big or the room too small or too crowded with other stuff.  There was no way Himself was altering the table.  We so we'd have to think of something else.  If we got rid of his dresser, he'd have more room for the castle.  But where would we put his clothes?  Would his dresser fit in the closet?  Not really.  Mmmm, what to do?  How about a bed with drawers in it, a captain's bed?  But he has a captain's bed now and it's useless.  Yes, but there is a bed in the catalogue with 12, count 'em, 12 drawers, 6 on each side.  That would be enough to hold his clothes and maybe his sheets and blankets.  So we could get rid of the dresser.  The bed was duly ordered and delivered and is now awaiting assembly. 

Before assembly can happen, the room has to emptied and the other bed dismantled.  I've already filled one garbage bag full of broken toys and bits of paper and another bag of toys, mostly stuffed animals, to go to the church garage sale.  Once the room is empty, I can get in there with the vacuum and give the carpet a good clean.  You can see where this is going, can't you?  The baseboards will start to look gungy and the walls will look grimy and while the room is empty, why don't we just go ahead and paint the walls. 

I think I'll call it Little Red Hen's Law of Not Thinking Twice Before You Start a Job.