Mud. Joints. Drywall.

Wednesday. Our second full day of work at Mumsy's place. She's the best. She was kind enough to buy McDonald's for us at lunchtime. I was really speechless. Here she was, without much to her name, buying lunch for the four of us.

Because I've done mudding before, my task was to mud the joints of the drywall. Brian, Gabrielle and Elijah are working on the very tough job of removing parquet from the floors. I wished to join them after the mudding was done. Not so.

I felt almost overwhelmed. I've done mudding, but only on one occasion. Plus, it turns out, we did it wrong at that time.

I want to stay up late again tonight to do research, but the people in my room want to get sleep. Sorry Donna, I'll call you tomorrow. I'll have to rise early tomorrow to research some more. I can't do the mudding quickly since I really don't have the experience.

But the team is depending on me.

I want to get everything perfect for Mumsy.

But I need to push on. Another house is waiting.

But if I go too fast, I won't get it right. I'm sorry Mumsy, I just can't seem to get it perfect enough.

I pray that my hands would find the right way to do it, but I can't get the mud to set right. We had to leave early today. I couldn't get the corners right. Everything seems wrong, even the dimpling and the joints. I talked to Ray tonight and learned that I put up the drywall wrong. I'll have to go back and redo a section.

I need to move on. There's another house waiting.

Drywall. Dimpling. Joints. Mudding. Corners. More drywall. More mudding. Corners with gaps. Wall joints with gaps. Tape. Time.

It's silly to feel this way, but I feel like I'm letting everyone down. My hands just shook after a while. I couldn't keep the mud on the blade properly. Tomorrow I'll try harder. I know I can do it better. Prayers will help.

-Tony