Monday, February 15, 2016
I've found a way to make the winter blah months speed by.
January and February just drone on, don't they? Two out of the last three winters, I have been newly pregnant, and believe me, being sick through the darkest, coldest season of the year just helps cheer it up tremendously. So, this year, since I feel like a normal person and can eat without throwing up, I'm already scores of points ahead. But that's not my secret.
No, the way to make time fly is to set ambitious house renovation goals that must be done by the end of February because you have friends visiting. (These friends, as all good friends, could care less if our house projects are finished when they come, but it's been very helpful motivation to pretend as if they care a great deal.)
That is how, on February 15, I find myself wishing that February were, oh, maybe 54 days long instead of 28. And I have never before said that.
We've been working on our house for what feels like an indeterminably long time, which is a little ironic, considering I just spent three paragraphs convincing you that time was a wisp. When we have to turn down hanging out with friends because we feel compelled to work on the house, our friends give a knowing nod, "Ohhh, the house." And we understand; we have been saying we have to work on the house for so long, I'm sure they are convinced by now that what we really do is stay at home and play Candy Crush instead. (Is Candy Crush still a thing?)
The last two and a half years we've spent remodeling bring forth a few ironclad conclusions:
1. Aaron is such a hard worker. He has taught himself all manner of skills and has worked tirelessly and uncomplainingly.
2. I will always choose form over function, and Aaron will always choose function over form.
3. This will be our first and last house remodel. Chip and Joanna Gaines, we are not.
Also, (and this is getting its own paragraph as I'm reluctant to classify it as "ironclad") remodeling brings out the crazy in me. I find myself saying awful, ridiculous things. Those doors were supposed to be INSET! Why is this wall patched like this? I REALLY WISH we could have made the new floorboards staggered. (This said multiple times after Aaron had already explained to me there was no possible way to stagger the new boards save ripping up the entire floor.)
Please take this moment to reread #1 and to marvel anew at the patient wonder my husband is.
Needless to say, we're weary and tired. We're ready to turn in the tools and have a life again.
When next February rolls around, we will not even care if it feels like the longest, dreariest month ever. We're going to be wearing cozy sweatpants, curled up on the couch with popcorn and a movie. Every single night.
I promise I won't once mention the floorboards.