It's raining on my head. I'm putting away silverware and it's raining on my head. Not rain, but sheetrock shavings and chunks of drywall joint compound. My husband, with his copious amounts of spare time (read: Friday evening) is piecing our kitchen/dining area ceilings back together. And because he's working solo tonight and we're cheap or broke (depending on if you see the glass 1/2 full or 1/2 empty) he thought it would be best to patch itty bitty pieces here and there. I say rip out the whole damn thing and replace it with brand-spankin' new drywall. But what do I know? I'm not a contractor...just a woman who likes to tell her husband what to do and how to do it and to point out No, You're Not Doing That Quite Right.
So I'm emptying the dishwasher, doing so around the fridge, which is blocking 1/2 the cabinets, and trying not to trip over the shop-vac that's as big as my mini-van, or step on any number of construction-related tools, contraptions, or debris. For once the crap that's aggravating me in my quest to get from Point A to Point B is not the kids' shoes, dirty socks, or backpacks. nor laundry basket full of clean-and-getting-more-wrinkled-by-the-minute clothing (although there is one of those sitting politely in my living room chair, vying for my attention. Perhaps if I ignore it it will go away. Better yet, maybe it will fold itself?)
Where was I? Oh: the normal crap & clutter that makes my head rotate is a current non-issue. And I'd be enjoying that moment if it weren't for my husband's crap & clutter all over the place. And by "husband's crap..." I do mean all the stuff that he has so that he can spend the little bit of family time he has reconfiguring our house just exactly the way I want it. Yeah, that's right: I'm the reason behind my husband's crap. So I can't get upset with him when it reno.-rains on my head in the kitchen...and I can't get upset with him when he flicks "mud" on the brown chair where my ever-so-patient laundry awaits.
And our kids: they are 8, 6, 4, and 8 months. Living in a 1400 square foot house (with 2 large dogs) while you're renovating the entire common area (living room, kitchen/office/dining) is easy. Really. To quote a great photographer I once knew It's Like Herding Cats. What the hell was I thinking? Really? Really??? What??!?
What were you thinking?! Stuff like this are the source of many good books. Don't stop now!
ReplyDeleteaw, thanks Rizza. It's finding the time to write that is the trickiest part...but I'm trying to do it as often as I can.
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