Mrs. Smith

It’s true.  I have grumpy days.

When I’m pregnant, I have 266 of them all in a row.
(It’s so fun.  Really.)

One would think that, to be fair, my family would then get 266 days in a row of me being not grumpy…
and then you’d be wrong.

This week I’ve had a whole 2 days of grumpy.  Sweetie gets home and says, “Wow, what happened, Dear?” and the only reply is…

“NOTHING,” followed by some melodious growling.
Don’t you wish you were married to me?

Anyway!  Wonderful news.  I got over it.  Past it.  Whatever you want to call it.
Side note: I love prayer.  It’s so great.

And now we have a much more put together laundry room because of those 2 faaaabulous days.  When I’m crabby I usually blame it on a messy house, and put all my energy into some big organizing project that I’ve been putting off because it’s unpleasant, thinking it’ll make me feel better to get it over with.  I also figure if I’m already grumpy, I might as well be doing something that would otherwise make me grumpy.  Right?  Infallible logic.

I didn’t take a before picture, but here’s a photo of part of the mess dealt with – which, by viewing, you agree not to call social services on me.  I promise it won’t look like this for much longer:

And here’s a photo of the dresser that used to be in there.  Yes, I had help moving it.  His name was Doodle and he’s 4 years old.

Funny, how it looked totally junky and out of place in there with the white freezer & washer/dryer, but in the same room as the lovely brown baby grand, it looks… well, just a little bit junky and much more at home.

And there’s the glorious dresser, so happy with its move from my parents garage.  It’s still classy, still beautiful, in great shape, and HUGE step up from what we’d been tolerating.  (roller-track drawers!  Can I hear a woot-woot?!)

I can’t wait (can’t wait can’t wait!) to get Cinderella’s room all finished (my old furniture still moving in there) so I can post a picture here and show the world that we do have one room rather put together in this busy, crazy home.  Well, two.  The front room is -or more accurately, can be- quite lovely.
(And John wondered why I so wanted to put out some serious $$ for nice dressers earlier this year!  See?  20 years from now we could furnish our children’s homes!  The investment lives on!  Oh wait.  I need to be showing more gratitude that John picked it up from my folkses and hauled it inside for me.  You can forget those last few sentences, Dear.  I’m pretty sure they just read, “I sure love my studly husband!”)

Thanks, Mom&Dad, for letting me take all the old furniture Lou and I loved so much growing up.  It makes me smmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiile!
(Neener, neener, Little Sister.  Don’t you wish you were old and had a million children under 6 and a need for a huge lot of furniture to house the mountains of clothing that are in constant and perpetual need of laundering every single stinkin’ day of the year?  I know.  I’m such a big meany.  It’s amazing you turned out so well, with me picking on you like this…  )

Looks miserable, doesn’t she?

Tags: funny, ramblings, wuv. twue wuv.

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