I had a post all ready to go up Monday morning, but on re-reading it, it sounded like I was complaining. It wasn’t meant that way so I’m going to let it sit in my draft folder for a while and ponder.
Meanwhile, I’ll tell you I did get spanked Sunday afternoon. Nick sent me an email telling me since I wasn’t bearing down on the exercise, I could bare down for him across the bed. I did just that, but of course it was mostly just an excuse for a sexy romp and who doesn’t like that?
I need to do something to get on Nick very good side because I’m ready to do some more remodeling. Remodeling brings on hard times for us. I’ve found over the years that changes are made on Nick’s time table and his alone. Regardless of what I what, we have to wait until he’s ready. And then when I talk to him about what I want, I always feel that I am talking to someone standing on a ledge about to jump. If I go overboard on what I what to do, he’ll jump – back that is, and we’ll end up doing nothing.
We redid our very out dated bathroom years ago and I still love it. Here’s what we did to the kitchen about six years ago. It's still tiny, but I was impressed.
But it’s time to go at it again. Our bedroom and attached half bath have to be redone soon. The bedroom need new carpet and paint, should be easy enough but I don’t live in one of those home in the magazines. While I don’t think I have to worry about being on an episode of Hoarders, our bed room is a catch all room and cleaning it out completely is a daunting task.
We’ve both agreed to rip the bath to the studs and start over. The wallpaper was here when Nick bought the house about thirty-seven years ago. It’s ugly. It’s so aggressively ugly that there is not a rip, not a lose seam, not a sagging corner anywhere. This paper is ugly enough to outlast us all. I finally painted over it and that helped a little, but major changes must be made.
Okay, he and I are both in agreement. But the timing is the problem. I’m home, I’ve just finished a book (Cal and Jenny’s story is off for the first edit, cross your fingers). I could really dive into getting the bedroom cleaned out. But I don’t want to do it if we’re not ready to go for it. I feel like the clutter in our house is in a semi-liquid state.
I can get it clean for a short time but eventually, like even a thick liquid, it will flow back to fill up the space. And I don’t want to have to do it twice.
I have a long list of things that we need to do – we need a new roof, new gutters and new landscaping. I want to redo the living room, change the old fireplace, get rid of the awful mirrors over the fireplace, I want built in bookcases on either side of the fire place and maybe some in my writing room, I want to change the window treatments, I want crown molding throughout and fresh paint, and to get rid of the awful recliners that – yes, I helped choose. Okay, as I read this I can see why Nick ignores me. But we are at the age we need to get all this done so it won’t be a hassle in our old age. I want things done, and done well now so we can enjoy it and that when these things really need changing again in twenty-five to thirty years it will be Mollie’s problem.
And suggestions for how to get Nick on board at least for some of these projects?