Remodeling vs. Hormones
Ugh, ugh, ugh.
We've been working on our little tiny house for a couple weeks now.
Who am I kidding? Erick and my dad have been working on our house. I've been lying around like a beached whale. The plan is to move our bedroom to the office and make our current bedroom the nursery.
I'm trying to be patient. Really. Erick worked all weekend on the room, but the problem is, he's so detail oriented that all he worked on was ONE window frame. We have the cool old windows with the wood frames and great lines, which have been inexpertly covered with many layers of white "landlord paint", including drips. Oh, don't get me wrong, the window frame he's been working on is perfect. It's just that there is another window, and THREE door frames that also need attention, not to mention that the walls need to be painted so that we can move our stuff in. Also, we have to have our stuff moved in by next week so that we can work on the other room.
So, I've been getting impatient. I keep telling Erick that the windows look fine, and to Please Move On. He just tells me, don't worry, it'll get done. But, Erick...
Please. Stop. Worrying. So I left him alone for a few days.
Well, last night I couldn't take it anymore. He told me that he wants to buy new door frames from a specialty store and install those.
Him:"They're not that expensive!"
Me:"How much are they?"
Him: "I don't know"
Me: "Don't they have to be special ordered?"
Him: "I think so."
Me: "How long will that take?"
Him: "I'm not sure."
I'm thinking, Aaaack! Don't you know I'm having a baby in five weeks or less?!?!! I don't care about the freaking door frames!
I lost it. "Look, we need to finish this and get the room painted this weekend. Oh my God, I can't beleive how much time you've already spent on this! We don't have time to obsess over this stuff. The door frames look FINE. You are not buying new ones!!!"
I was very releived when he just looked at me, turned around, then started taping off the windows so that he could paint. I think he knew I had finally reached the pregnant woman breaking point and that I would start shooting fire out of my nostrils if he didn't just listen and obey. Of course I felt bad afterwards for yelling, and then immediately sunk into insecurity and self hatred, wondering if I'm alienating everyone around me, and will anyone still want to talk to me by the time I have the baby? Mood swings. Gotta love 'em.
Upside is, the room is going to get painted this weekend and we can move our stuff in so that my dad can start on the other room. Phew.