The house is almost back together. The living room and dining room have been painted and the furniture is back where it belongs. Hubby and I have decided that we want to go with the "less is better" scheme of decorating and not all of the knick knacks are going back out. The problem is deciding which ones stay out and which ones get packed away.
He still has to paint the hallway and the stairwell.
It looks lovely. There’s a lot more room with the furniture layout. I really like the new color.
It was worth the chaos.
Just don’t tell him . . . I’ll never hear the end of it.
Hubby and I decided it was time for new carpet in the living room and dining room. Hubby promised that I would only need to take two days of vacation for the installation. One day to pack up the knick knacks and help him move furniture out of the way. The installation would only take place the second day and then we could get the furniture back in place. Everything would be back in place by the time I went back to work.
A little background info . . . I have an aversion to clutter. I’m not full blown OCD about it but I like things to be in place. I hate it when I’ve spent the day cleaning the house and then Hubby will come along and clutter it up again. Makes me crazy. Needless to say, two days with the house all out of sorts is enough to make me very anxious.
So the time came to pack up stuff and get ready for the carpet installation. Hubby and I got stuff packed up and moved fairly quickly. That’s when Hubby decided that "since the house is torn up anyway, we might as well paint." So now we’re adding the complete chaos of painting the living room, dining room, stairs and hallway. Oh, and he wants to rearrange the furniture. At this point, I’m darn near ready for a nervous breakdown. "Two day, tops" has now become "four days max". Meds. I need some meds. And chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate. Off we go to the big box hardware store to buy paint. (Yes, Susan, we went to "your" store.)
Carpet installation day arrives. Hottest day of the year. And we have to turn off the AC. Because the carpet is hard to manuever if it gets cold and stiff. It’s 90 degrees with 100% humidity. The dogs are hot. I’m hot. Hubby and the carpet installer guy are hot. But the carpet is behaving beautifully. Guess I shouldn’t complain. I thought about having a pool party for the dogs, but I didn’t want to have my brand new carpet smelling like wet dogs. The dogs and I hung out on the back deck. Under the awning. Where the breeze was. We were all very happy when we could turn the air back on.
The new carpet is beautiful. The colors that Hubby picked out go nicely with the carpet. No, I didn’t pick out the colors. I have no design ability. He does. That’s why he picked the colors. That’s why he does the painting.
So far only the dining room is completed. He painted it in one day. It was mostly put back together when I got home from work. I just need to dust everything and put the knick knacks back where they belong and the china back in the china closet. Half of the kitchen is a disaster. He promises that it’ll be done by the end of the weekend.
You’d think after 25 years with this man that I’d know better . . .
Hubby was helping me find frames for my new glasses last weekend . . .
Hubby: Here, try these. I think they would look good on you.
Me: (I tried them on and was checking them out in the mirror). Nope, they make me look like somebody’s grandma.
Hubby just stared at me.
Hubby: You are somebody’s grandma.
Me: oh, yea, right.
(No, I didn’t get the grandma glasses.)
It’s not a cold, it’s allergies. Just what I need. I would have rather had the cold.
Got a prednisone shot yesterday morning. The injection site still hurts 36 hours later.
There’s supposed to be a big announcement on Jon & Kate this week. Does anybody really care at this point?
Hubby and I have decided that the "must see" movie of the summer is "G-Force" about the guinea pigs. The commercials are too cute.
I’ll never understand why people don’t turn off their cell phones when they are in church. At least one goes off every week during Mass.
Hubby got tired of listening to me whine about the electric mower and got an old fashioned gas powered one. YEAH!
The best part of delivering papers on Friday night is listening to music from the 70’s on the classic music station.
Hubby and I watched VH1 Classics One Hit Wonders today. Made us feel really old.
It’s June in Ohio. Hot and muggy. Beautiful summer weather.
And I have a cold.
Stuffy/runny nose. Scratchy throat. Itchy/watery eyes.
No cough yet, but it’s still early in the illness.
I’m hoping it’s not like the almost pneumonia I had back in February.
All I can say is that Benedryl is my friend.
Took the puppies to the do-it-yourself dog wash on Sunday. Spent an hour on each dog . . . and begged them to stay clean for 24 hours. Or at least until I went to work on Monday morning. Yea, that didn’t happen. We were home maybe three hours and they were rolling in the dirt. At least Luci hasn’t pulled Rocky through the mulberry bush yet. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before she does and he ends up with a pink mullberry stain somewhere.
Rocky has discovered bugs – june bugs, crickets, lightning bugs. He thinks they are delicious. He’s even discovered earth worms. He hasn’t eaten any of them but they fascinate him when he sees them squirming across the yard. I swear that boy will eat anything.
He picks the used dryer sheets out of the laundry baskets. He does it without bothering any of the clothes in the baskets. If there’s a used dryer sheet in the basket he will find it. How does he do that?
When we go walking at night, Rocky loves to walk through the tall grass. There are a few abandonded houses and one big empty field on our route. He runs as fast as he can to the tall grass and then walks through the grass trying to bite at it. Considering he’s still at that awkward puppy running stage it’s really pretty funny to watch.
He’s also still very much mommy’s little man. He fights with Luci to see who can get closest to me when we’re walking or when we’re sitting on the floor. When I holler for them, he’s always the first one at my side. He’s usually the first one at the door when they hear my car pull up outside at night.
So far he hasn’t shown any fear of thunderstorms or firecrackers. Blacky used to be terrified of storms and fireworks and Luci was starting to pick up on his anxiety. Rocky isn’t showing any fear of anything and Luci seems to be much calmer with the storms. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it stays that way.
Sometimes I wish he could stay a puppy forever . . .
I called my Dad last night to get the scoop on his visit to the doctor and the latest test results. He said he was fine, they’re going to adjust his meds and then handed the phone to Mom. Dad’s got some serious hearing loss that makes it difficult for him to hear a phone conversation. Dad’s kidney function numbers have spiked again and the docs want to change his meds a little and do the blood tests again in a couple of weeks. If the numbers go down, then he’ll stay on the med regimen for a while and they’ll continue the bloodwork to monitor his progress.
It’s what happens if the numbers don’t go down that has us worried. If they don’t go down, then Dad is looking at the possibility of dialysis. We’ve been dealing with his numbers fluctuating for the last couple of years but it doesn’t make the waiting any easier. We’re always wondering if this time is when our luck runs out . . .
In the meantime, I’m holding my breath and saying lots of prayers.
Nothing in the world prepares you for this kind of stuff.