Moving sucks! (and decorating a new house is sometimes unfun, too)


I spent six months in a crap-ass apartment that I am sure gave me mold poisoning or something equally heinous. I did this with two girls under the age of five, and a teenage son who slept on a sofa bed in the living room, which doubled as my work-from-home husband Jay’s office. You can imagine the death stares the teen shot at Jay when he got paged for some IT emergency at half-past-the-buttcrack of midnight and had to join an all-hands conference call, lest the world as we know it implode.

But I digress. The reason we spent six months in this rat-hole apartment was because we were building a new house that would not be ready till Winter, and we sold our old house in a record four days. We finally moved in ten days before Christmas, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE our house. It’s open and spacious and has so much more functional space than the old house, important when you both work from home and have small children to monitor.

The best and worst things about moving into a new space are the same (aside from packing and unpacking, but the hell of that is same as the certainty of death and taxes.) I’m talking about decorating, folks. Jay only really cared about the purchase of appliances, the new television, and the surround sound system. The rest – up to me.

The playroom was a hit – with the girls, as it should have been. I took this:


And turned it into this:ImageJay says to me, finally, about six weeks after the room was done, “Wow hon, this turned out great. You should be proud of yourself.” Yes, yes I am. I wonder how long it will take him to notice what this sometimes crafty, bedazzlin’ bitch did to her side of the home office?Image


Amazing what some scrapbook paper can do to transform some blah cork tiles, old binders, and magazine files, huh? And even if Jay doesn’t notice (or doesn’t care) at least I have my oldest girl, aka Silver Tooth, to tell me, “Mommy, you didded a good job on your awfiss!”


Gawd, I love that kid! So tell me, what has been your most ridiculous moving and/or decorating venture?


3 responses »

  1. Back when I lived in a cottage in Illinois, I got it into my idea to re-tile the guest room. I even recruited my as-then-boyfriend to help me. Wow. I’m surprised he still married me after that debacle. We both decided we would never tile anything ever again. And it’s funny how sticking your arm into a bucket of tile grout to mix it feels a lot like sticking your arm into a cow.

  2. LOL, Aiona, on the room tiling incident. My husband now knows better than to ask for my help on home improvement projects. Like when he laid Pergo in the bonus room in the old house and I took our daughters to the beach for three days. You have to put the line about grout and cows in a book. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks for the kind words on the playroom. The little ones love it, which is of course the highest compliment. Your husband has good taste in furniture!

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