Ugh... What Did I Get Myself Into?

So my Dad had called, all excited about this little barn he was offered on a job site and called to ask if I wanted it. He thought it might be kind of fun for the kids to play in - like another little house in the backyard. He said all it needed was to be hosed off, a new coat of paint and maybe a couple shingles and it would be good to go.

Then Mom sends me a picture of the little barn... And asks if I really want it. What I didn't know is the picture she sent me was of the good side, so I had said "Sure! A little paint will fix it right up!" Note to self... When Mom politely says "Are you sure you want this?" it actually means "RUN!!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!"
Um. It arrived yesterday. It needs more than a little paint before I even consider letting the kids near it. It needs to be scraped, patched, cleaned (it currently has a foot of leaves in the bottom), THEN painted... and thats just the inside. The outside need the sheetmetal exterior tacked down in spots, the roof needs to be re-shingled (I just happen to have shingles! Woo!), AND it needs to be repainted. I'm thinking of getting a gallon of each of the colors I was thinking for the house and doing a mini "test run" on the barn to see if it actually looks good, or if it looks like poop. This just might be a blessing in disguise...