so who's idea was this anyway.
it's like that darn vacation. (except...not.)
you book it 6 months in advance and ....oh wow.... without my crystal ball i can't honestly know if that's gonna work into mah agenda.
welcome to construction.
the morning after we landed from CA.
suitcases still packed, subtract three hours time change at 7am when the contractors arrived...
it made for a groovy tuesday morning:
did i mention it was my turn to watch the kids at the playschool/playgroup that isaac is in on tues/thurs? oh man that was a rough morning....
welcome to my bedroom. even the bed was not left undisturbed as it was disassembled and wrapped.
wow, allison, where is your dresser? where is your desk/computer station? where are your night tables? oh wait! where is your mattress and box springs?
ta-DA! in the freaking bathroom! behold the desk next to the shower, the box springs blocking my way to the tub AND the countertops, my computer actually in the tub. (including the only CALENDAR i keep. so i'm running a bit blind this week, as EVERY appt and engagement is on that computer. i am so stupid.)
the king mattress in the hallway (allowing for a one foot tunnel in order to get to isaac's room.) God forbid there's a fire, or you know....an emergency, because i doubt any firemen would be able to wrestle down the mattress to pull him from his crib. oh and the nightstands are in the hallway as well. all linens and bedroom 'extras' are in the guest bathroom -- the bathroom we're supposed to be using. oh and the closet. yes. the closet.
so because of my time-change, early morning shock ...imagine what i did not consider when i bubble wrapped my dresser and blocked all the cabinets in my bathroom. nevermind where we are currently sleeping.
this is what you need to know: if you've been my houseguest ever, since...well....ok, the last 15 months, you deserve some type of medal. join a support group. you're in the club, now. that room is AWFUL. i knew it was unpractical. completely. but i figure, hey! you sleep there! it ain't no problem!
if MY FEET hang off the bed...then there is no way you were ever comfortable there.
and there is no place to set your luggage....? what kind of hostess AM I?
one that shortchanges her guests by shoving them in a 9x9 closet and tellin' them to lurv it.
you're all troopers.
now, WHO'S COMIN' for thanksgiving!!!!!?
ok, this weekend is one well-deserved one.
i've earned it.
i'll enjoy it.
i mean, right after that oral surgery i have today.
let's call it ACT 12, Part 32343 of This Here Drama.
i will detail it all for you when i find the words to properly describe Hell.
(isaac photos will be hot off the press shortly. the cuteness will paralyze you. you are warned!!)