Yep, title says it all. I have been uber busy working on a major house project that I stupidly decided to start oh, about a week before Pilot was due to be home-converting my craft room into a playroom. Now that might not sound like that hard to a project, except that my craft room is downstairs in our front room, with a huge solid wood table, loveseat, & solid wood hutch that all had to be moved. The only real available space was in our loft area at the top of the steps, which housed my husband’s desk, bookcase & full couch. The desk and bookcase weren’t of the nice, professional, solid wood, comes already put together variety. This was the local big box office supply store, comes in 500 million pieces of the finest particle board has to offer. And I got it, for myself, for school during deployment number 1. I put it together myself, even McGuyvering the thing when they left out some vital pieces to make the drawer function. I was a freaking champ with wood glue.
So that had to come out of the loft, and all the other furniture upstairs. My wonderful fellow Marine wife (who was also my ‘deployment daddy’ for round 1 when I was pregnant with the Hoo) came over and helped me get the desk out, and the table & hutch up. I was spared breaking down the desk to fit in the trash bin (even though after this week with Pipes, it would have been nice to vent out the frustration) by putting a “FREE” sign on the desk, which got the desk claimed in less than 20 minutes. I was quite surprised. Unfortunately, with Pilot home now, I can’t do the same with the butterfly chair because that is too ‘ghetto’ I guess I have no shame.
Before my friend came over, I had spent the week before moving all my craft stuff into our guest bedroom and all of Pilot’s work stuff into the Hoo’s big girl room, which took every second of the Hoo’s naptime, and several sessions with another friend’s lovely daughter being a mother’s helper. This has been a huge undertaking for me, plus all the normal household stuff-all with a teething, screaming reflux baby that refuses to self soothe.
was one of the best decisions I have made. And it is filed under the “why the hell did I not do this sooner” tab, as in why the hell did I not decide to have a playroom when we first moved in and I had my husband and two other guys here to move all the damn furniture?
That’s right. Hoo was only 7 months then and the toys had not multiplied at midnight after getting wet (that is how those Gremlin things spread right?). I love it. It might be the first thing you see when you walk in, but I can shut the doors at night and not think about the mess. I did have this totally crazy idea of trying to paint before he came home, but yeah, like I said. I bit off wayyy more than I could chew with just this.