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not our room

Jason and I finished a large project this weekend where we finally put our master bedroom together in a way that doesn't look like hodge podge furniture.  I got a surprise cash bonus from my employer for doing a good job (wow!) and used the funds to purchase new (IKEA) dressers.   These replace the three white IKEA dressers we had in the old condo and the "cherry" console thing that I had in my condo.  With all matching pieces, two mirrors, lamps and a lovely picture our room looks rather like a chic hotel.  (even if it did take 3 trips to IKEA... the third was a stressful nightmare, but there's no need to re-live it.)

I'm pleased about how it looks and thrilled that there's room for all of our stuff.  I didn't like that some of my stuff was smashed into drawers where I could find them (including in Jason's space.)  Now, his bed side dresser is his, mine is mine and we share (70/30) the big bank of drawers.  Don't feel badly that he's out of space because he also has an entire dresser in our closet devoted to his undershirts-shirts, undies, socks and other unmentionables (Hard Rock Cafe t-shirts and the like).  Trust me, my beloved clothes hound has space for his things in our house.

not me

In addition to putting all the pieces together and off loading the now unwanted items to family and goodwill, Jason also worked out how to get our lighting on remotes.  Oh yes, I can control all four lamps in our bedroom from a handy bedside remote.  We don't have a glaring overhead light in our room (except over the decorative firepit) and so the bedside lamps are a necessity.   Since we've moved in larger lamps they really aren't in arms reach once I'm in bed so the remote is glorious.  And, because there are two if I fall asleep before I turn out the light (which I'm told has happened) he can "click" me out without having to wake me up or hike around the bed.   When I fall asleep with my glasses on, I'm SOL because the last time he tried to gently remove them I had a pretty aggressive reaction and almost broke his nose.  He's not stupid and won't try the leaning over me to take off my glasses again.  (sorry buddy.)

So, with this project done and the complete de-Christmasing that took place on Monday I'm kind of in a state of "what now"?   The house is put back together, the holiday stuff is packed, the babies room is as done as it is going to be before the showers occur.

I supposed I could (should) work on our taxes as I bet that my interest level will drop once Lucy arrives, but I'm not quite ready to start the massive spreadsheet just yet.  (Maybe next week.)

Speaking of showers, Jason's family is gathering together for a couples shower in a couple weeks.  I'm sure all the men folk are THRILLED about having to endure the baby talk, but since there will be booze and tacos it won't be like the traditional baby shower.   Hopefully it will be a casual affair and all body counts considered a smallish event.

The wonderful girlfriends are pulling together a "traditional" baby shower as well.  I'm very happy that they are pooling resources so that not one gal has to cover the cost and time suck that a shower can be.  They are also letting me participate which is nice.  You know how I don't like to hang back.     The other thing that I genuinely appreciate is that a couple of the beloved girlfriends have opted out of the planning.  Each for different reasons, and I honestly think it is a wonderful testament to our friendship that they are comfortable enough to say "I'd love to help, but right now it just doesn't work for me".   So often people (I think women especially) over commit because of internal pressure.   I love that both of these ladies know me well enough to realize that I'm not keeping score about things like this and think that prioritizing their family time, finances and health over a party is perfectly perfect! 

For sure, I would be genuinely disappointed if no-one stepped up and went to the horrific trouble of throwing us a shower.  Even though showers are events that I love to loathe.  Part of me selfishly thinks - I went to all of your showers (gladly) all those many many years ago, now it is payback time.  I don't mean the gifts either, I mean the loss of a Saturday and being social with a gathering of women that you only kind of know.   This party won't be a formal tea, where we pretend that none of us have ever been rip-roaring drunk, throw up in a parking lot, while walking back to our dorm.  (Who me?)  Well, some of those ladies never experienced that with me, but they have other equally shameful secrets (perms and bi-level hair) that bind them to my world of ladies who look respectable but have a shady past that makes them colorful. Hopefully it will be a lively, loud affair with funny parenting stories.

On that note, work does beacon... off I go to secure the world.