My poor husband. My poor, over-worked, hardworking husband. I say this with not even trace amounts of sarcasm because the poor guy’s become the de facto workhorse here at Casa de Mitchell thanks to my delicate condition.
I’m nesting in a bad way, and the only cure is not more cowbell but rather more sweat! More projects! Painting, sanding, scraping, caulking, re-arranging! And it all must be done now! How can we abide in a house with off-white door frames?! What will the baby think when he comes home and the caulking around the bathtub is coming off? Horrors!
Wes’ very generous (and talented, and funny) brother came over on Friday and Saturday to install our new windows and I have but one word for you: GORGEOUS. Who knew our backyard looked like that? When we look out the window in our bedroom, we can see things. Things that have heretofore gone unnoticed thanks to the musty windows that had stood the test of 20+ years.
I’ll take a picture of the inside to show you later, but I can’t show you what the outside looks like yet because the trim around the windows has yet to be painted. Apparently caulking takes time to set and dry? And you can’t speed it up just by being hormonal and demanding? And sometimes your husband can’t just dry caulking with his mind-powers, even if you get really good and grumpy about it?
Or something like that.
In an effort to sate our painting lust, Wes scraped the old paint off our exterior door frames and re-painted them. It makes a big difference! It’s amazing how less derelict your house can look without peeling paint coming off the doors. Duh.
Wes is a good sport about it all, never complaining when I greet the end of one project with a list of several more. I assure him that eventually the nesting will stop, when our baby is home and I’m too busy drowning in laundry and diapers to worry about house projects. He nods, smiles, and doesn’t believe me at all.