Bigger than my stomach

You guys! I’m going to redo my entryway! Today. Like, this afternoon. Like, while I care for an 18-month-old, and gestate a fetus, and recover from the holidays, and also vacuum (because my house totally needs to be vacuumed) and do a load of whites.

Adorable nook, all by removing closet doors. – http://pinterest.com/pin/163888873913876375/

That. That is what I’ll do. And it will be so cute, y’all! Even though that also means I have to buy and install all the bench/shelving stuff. And throw out like half my coats (which, I have a lot of coats, but most of them don’t fit any more. Having too small coats is depressing….I prefer not to deal with them. Aaaaaanyway….) And also find a new place to keep my vacuum, and tv trays, and a half dozen board games and other random stuff. Oh, and remove a door + hinges from its frame. And probably spackle and paint.

I’m going to do this! Totally! I will follow through with it and not leave board games with choking hazard-sized pieces lying around on the living room floor when I give up halfway through. I will not make a half-finished eyesore that will fill my husband with frustration and regret every time he opens the front door after a long day at work.

And, oh my god, you guys, can you just take a moment to feel sorry for my husband, who was at work when I thought of this idea, so won’t know about it until he reads this on his phone during a much needed break. He’ll be like “oooh, she blogged. Maybe there’s a cute picture of my daughter.” And then he’ll read with mounting horror because he knows this is exactly the kind of thing I do.

Like, he’s hoping, based on my description & post title that I’ve talked myself out of it, but he also knows he might have to come home to just utter chaos, and possibly take off work to drive me to the hospital for exhaustion/stupidity. This is the life he lives every day, folks.

He could walk in the door to find his daughter coloring on the walls while I play candy crush (I was too tired to stop her, I’ll clean it up later) and also I didn’t make any food and there are no clean clothes. Or she could be peacefully napping while I prepare an elaborate dinner, and the laundry is folded, and I made the bed and put away the dishes. Or the entire living room could be covered in fabric and glitter because I had a great idea, I’ll clean up later, ooh, but then I wanted to make a cake and somehow used all the dishes we own. Wanna order takeout? I didn’t make any actual dinner, just cake and a mess.

Utter laziness, beautiful domesticity, creative madness. This is the roulette wheel that spins every day at my house.

Oh, and just to be clear, husband, I’m not actually going to take the door off the hall closet or paint anything. I might go to Target and buy a shelf with little hooks on it to hang my purse, though. Ooh, and I’ll think real hard about throwing out the extra coats, but I probably won’t get to it. I will wash the whites.

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organization

I’m working on the craft room again today. The current task is pretty daunting, because right now the craft room is pretty empty, but my spare room looks like this:
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After the move, and shuffling around of boxes, any lingering organizational structure has been obliterated. During naptime this afternoon I managed to get one box of books put away, and a few items from a basket of yarn sorted. It made no discernible difference in the mess. This weekend, though, I’m thinking about ducking out of mommy duty for a couple of solid hours on Sunday and getting this mess cleaned up. Once that happens, maybe I’ll be able to find enough of my supplies to actually finish a project. Check back Monday for updates, and in the meantime wish me luck!

murphy

We’ve been in our house for about five months now, and it has taken that whole time for me to even begin working on what I’ve been calling my “craft room.”

My craft room is actually a closet upstairs, next to our bedroom. It’s about six feet wide, and about twice as deep. It’s not much of a room–there is no window or anything–but it’s enough for a couple of shelves and a sewing table.

Until last week, however, it looked like this:

Which is not really conducive to, well, anything. It was a mess. So I took a couple of hours two Saturdays ago and emptied it out.


I set up the bookshelves, moved my sewing table and machine, and went to plug it in…

You know what most home manufacturers don’t bother to do in closets? Install outlets.

Yeah, it’s always something.

decor

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I still haven’t been able to do as much craft stuff as I’d like, but I was able to make this little polar bear rug for the nursery.

We’re almost ready now…or, as ready as we’re going to get. The room has been painted. The crib, changing table and glider have all between assembled by my husband, who, after this weekend’s Ikea dresser incident may be considering a “no assembly required” rule in our house. We have decor for the walls, though I still need to actually put them up.

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We also need to install the car seat, but those are two small projects, and I’m really excited by all that we (by which I mean mostly my husband) have gotten done in the past couple of weeks.

While he’s been working on that, I’m working on convincing this baby that she should come see all the hard work he’s put in. Wish me luck, because I’m ready to meet this girl.