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:Jay 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?
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?