I posted a few weeks ago about our remodeling adventures
, and that I was going nuts trying to be patient with Erick's perfectionism. At that time, he was working on our bedroom, scraping and sanding door and window frames in our 80 year old house. I was anxious because he had to finish our bedroom before we could move on to the baby's room.
Well, the bedroom is done now (has been for a few weeks), and it looks great.
My wonderful Dad came today and added a new outlet for me in the bedroom, and a electrical box so we can hook up a light above my vanity.
Erick is still working on the baby's room, you guessed it, scraping and sanding window and doorframes. I've been relatively sanguine about this, not nagging him or trying to get him to stop obsessing and just FINISH IT ALREADY!!!! My reasoning was that the baby won't be in that room for a while anyway, and we have a bassinet that we will use at first in our bedroom. So I was okay. I wasn't worried. I was, in fact, cool.
That is until this week. Ok, maybe last weekend.
I mean, our house only has four rooms, and we haven't been able to use one of them for about a month now. All of the baby stuff is in the garage, or stacked up in the living room. There are paint chips covering the floor in the baby's room and being tracked all over the house. And at this point, I want my FRICKIN' HOUSE BACK ALREADY!
So I finally resorted to begging him to not scrape the closet door frame, just to sand it and be done with it. After some argument, and an agreement that if he will stop I won't hide the halloween candy and let him have as many Reese's Peanut Butter Cups as he wants, he agreed. Now, he's sanding.
Lord willing, he will be painting tomorrow (Please, God? Please?).