Nesting

Damon hates me. I'll start with that. But when I am finally done torturing him, he will be happy as can be. He's already incredibly pleased. This may work against me, however, since with every improvement I make to our abode, he becomes less inclined to feel like my nesting plans are necessary, and more inclined to believe I am just insane - which is 100% true, of course.

Already he's been subjected to moving every piece of furniture we own except for the kitchen table and computer desk. He's hung 3 shelves in our kitchen and in the midst of rearranging everything, mopped up underneath absolutely everything in the house. He even wrestled the wall-to-wall carpet we had in our bedroom up into the attic so we could have hardwood again. That was EPIC!

As for myself, I've been decluttering and giving him boxes by the day to drag up into the attic, sorting and organizing, and instituting a very nice Nazi-esque "Everything Needs a Place" policy. Dust is my mortal enemy. I even washed all the walls and baseboards while wheeling my bloat-bellied self around on our little ottoman.

But now that all of this has been accomplished, I get to DECORATE! Oh joy of joys. I tried to hack up some english ivy out of my yard and force it into a little pot so I could bring it indoors. Still waiting to see if my efforts dealt it the final death blow. I even concocted a PLAN to reupholster the ugly (yet COMFY) faded blue gingham couch I'm sick of looking at. Problem was of course, my stupid tiny little girl hands & tummy tumor wouldn't let me staple-gun the fabric to the damn couch. Damon did it all for me though! Muahahaha....



Now I just need some coordinating fabric to cover the cushions with so I can have my throws back. My next projects include hanging these flower paintings I've ripped from a cheap calendar up on our wall and turning this handsome STICK into a towel bar.

Guess which project Damon gets to do? He hates me. And my lousy stick.