It is 12:35 a.m. I have no business being up this late. But, here I am typing something to keep my daily commitment.
We had one of those ultra-suburban, bourgeoisie days—shopping at Bed, Bath & Beyond, Target, and even Lowes. We couldn’t have been more middle-of-the-road, middle-class Americans if we wore khakis, crocs, and LL Bean polos with the words husband and wife embroidered on them.
Oh well, it’s not the worst way to spend the day…and, now, I’m sitting atop my new comforter which I love, love, love. We’ve finally moved our bedroom from what will soon be our new downstairs living room into our actual bedroom.
The real work begins this week. My husband will start demo’ing the rest of our downstairs. Tearing down walls, pulling up carpet, asking me to bring him random tools from the garage that I won’t be able to find in a million years.
He’s claiming that it will be a done deal–tore down and rebuilt to our liking–before our baby arrives. I’ll be sure to keep you posted!
August 31, 2008 at 9:19 am |
Isn’t it great to have a handy-man around the house? Good luck with the reconstructing. I know it will be beautiful just like the rest of your house.