I can’t sleep because I made a decision.
Of course, every good decision immediately requires 37 more minute decisions, and before you know it, it’s 1:30 in the morning, and you’re trying to rearrange your entire house without waking anyone else up but you sorta wish your husband would hear something and maybe come down the stairs and offer to help you.
You know, at 1:30 in the morning.
We’ve been in this house for a year now. A year of trying to figure out how to best fit 6 people into a space that, well, 6 people just don’t really fit in to.
So I decided that my office has to be sacrificed.
Which means that I have to figure out how to move one desk, three full size bookcases, a 5 foot table, and pictures and accessories SOMEWHERE ELSE.
And I have to figure out a way to oh so gently ask/tell DadGuy to pretty please take apart the boys bunk beds and move them downstairs. Oh, and the dresser too. But not quite yet, because I really quick need to run to the Home Depot and get some 2x4’s and some MDF and a rod so that the closet can maybe hold some clothes. And while I’m at it, I might as well paint, because, you know, I’m never going to have a better opportunity, and besides, they did color on the walls in that one spot right under the window with orange crayons so we need to paint that room anyways, and how do you feel about the color of the ocean during a storm for the wall color, maybe with some stripes?
And that my friends, is why I’m still awake.
In other news, YAY! New project!
Oh and P.S. Happy Birthday Morgan. Not that you read my blog so you wouldn’t know I was saying happy birthday anyways. rude.