Under Construction

When my mom first separated from her dear husband (DH) I was quite content to believe that they just weren't meant to be (or that they their personalities clashed worse then two bulls on an energy drink).... However, after doing my first home reno project with my DH I have realized that I was terribly wrong.

Mom and ex-DH decided to purchase a 'fixer-uper' early in their marriage and for some insane reason thought that this was a good idea.... Now, after painting just one room with my DH, I know that home reno's are the main reason for divorce's in this country.... especially when the female partner is a control freak (some call me anal retentive).

What we believed would be a simple and fun four day paint job turned into a nine day bitch and complain fest... You see, in order to paint Ella's room we had to move the office into the dinning room (as Ella's furniture had filled up our spare room). Therefore, this meant that working from home for me, meant working from dinning room, and our dinning room is ajoined with our living room. For DH this was great. He was able to talk to me while I worked and when I wasn't working he could watch basketball on TV and check the hockey scores at the same time.... Can you say say stress??????

The room reno also took place the week before my debut as an event planner in Pembroke, which meant long hours and thus ear plugs were a must for my work from home days and nights :)

The original plan was to have the reno finished in a long weekend while DH was on March break, but after spending St. Patty's day at a germ filled bar, his green hang over turned into the cold from hell and thus the job didn't get started on the day planned.... Then to top it off, in between getting the ceiling painted and the first coat of easter purple on the walls I was stricken with the super bug and could not help him complete the job and due to my anal rententive nature, did not trust him to finish it on his own - big mistake....

Once my cold was semi flushed from my system, and my big event was finished we decided to tackle that second coat of paint so that I could reclaim my office space.... I tackled it for a whole 10 minutes before DH and I started to throw insults back and forth about our handy person duties and abilities... Then it happened (when will he learn that unless you have something nice to say to your pregnant wife, then don't say anything at all - because even jokes aren't funny when you are pregnant)... I chucked my roller on the floor, got changed, took DH's beer (if he was going to ruin my evening I was certainly going to poke the bear and ruin his - gotta love hockey night in Canada), and left to my prego sanctuary (another prenant woman's house where my irrational complaints and accompanying gas and bloatedness would not be held against me)...

After calming down and laughing at myself for being the bitchest of the bitches, I returned home. DH had the room finished (and after the fact I can admit he did an awesome job)... Now it is up to me to finish the rest of the pink jobs (the reamining wall and window treatments, the pruchasing of the dust ruffle and the rug)... and some day when I am not in the room he will do the last blue job and hang the shelf.... and yes we have blue and pink jobs in our house (ie doggy poop pick-up is soooo a blue job).

In the end we have decided that since we really are great for eachother (pretty much the best couple ever), that the next time we want to do a home reno project that we would pay the extra money to have someone come in and do it... a handy man is cheaper than a divorce lawyer.


*** Note: The doll is to train the pooch and yes the books that are on the change table will eventually go on the shelf that will eventually hang on the wall, and there will eventually be a curtain that we hang in the closet doorway).****