Oh no oh no oh no! It’s like, 11:55! Way to wait till the last minute, dork. You’ll forgive me, right? I’ve been busy! Busy being project manager for the upstairs! Busy checking behind my husband (he LOVES it when I do that) to make sure he did the drywall patches the way my dad told him to. Busy micromanaging the paint job on the entertainment center bench/shelf. Busy insinuating my office things into my husband’s designated hobby space.

Now we’re very busy not doing shit, sitting in a sea of clutter that must find a home before the end of the weekend or I will surely die. Doesn’t anyone need an upright freezer or a water cooler? Or like, a hundred little pieces of probably-toxic plastic play food?

When LittleA came home from my dad’s place tonight she spun in circles in the newly-carpeted “media room” upstairs. “It’s so pretty! I can’t believe it! I love it!”, she said over and over again. Then she body surfed down the stairs. “I won’t fall, Mom! See! I’m not falling! Wheeee!” She’s never known carpet.

I give thanks for the Big stuff being complete. We can muddle through everything else, and there’s plenty of muddling to be done. Access panels need molding, the bathroom needs- everything. Trim needs paint, and the downstairs? We just need to hose it down. I’m such a New Stuff whore. I want to live upstairs forever now. I hate the whole rest of the house tonight.