I'm Still Here

AND I'm still waiting for the Bathroom Fairy to flitter by softly in the night with her sweet, sweet tiling wand and finish the bungalow bathroom for me.

But I'm not going to hold my breath because I don't look good in blue.

We were hard charging for quite awhile there, eh? What with all of the demo, re-building, witty blog posts & whatnot.

Then The Baby started daycare and I cried a lot and was super duper mopey-sad for awhile. And then I had a birthday. Icing on the cake. HA! See what I did there?

But not just any birthday.

A super-sick-Baby-filled birthday featuring a very special birthday visit to the ER. Everyone is okay; but, clearly 33 is making a power play to claim the coveted title of Best Birthday Ever. 

Let me tell you, 33 is up against some extremely stiff competition from 31 (when I celebrated by "inventing" mixed drinks with wild abandon and throwing up my chinese food dinner while Handy Husband held my hair) and 25 (when I sliced my finger wide open on a jar full of filthy pennies and bled like someone who sliced their finger wide open on a jar full of filthy pennies and then I had to go get a tetanus shot).

Good times.

But 33 has a definite edge on the competition, because the next day after the birthday mayhem? 

I had to go back to . . . the office.

Maternity leave is no more. 

[sad face]

I am back in the land of the gainfully employed once again: grumpily drafting memos, crankily checking spreadsheets and being unnecessarily passive-aggressive in the general direction of specific co-workers (BTW they are totally asking for it) all while wishing with all of my heavy heart I was at home watching The Baby make funny twitchy faces in his sleep.

I find on some days that I'm struggling to stay positive.

Today was particularly irritating in the office; but, on my way out the door this afternoon I read these three nice little words from a stranger:

Which reminds me again of some things I forget.

Thank you @DeltaFaucet. I don't know you, but you've got an impeccable sense of timing.

As some of us here in the bungalow unwillingly shuffle our way back into the grind, I suspect that project progress, and the posts that go along with it, may be slow.

But I know you, and I know you understand (and I thank you for that).

So in the spirit of searching for and finding the positive (and hanging onto it for dear life) here's what we've been working on in spite of the swirling vortex of chaos AND the blog posts you can happily look forward to reading. Eventually some day.

- all of the glorious details about WHY WE STILL DON'T HAVE A BATHROOM SINK.

- why on certain days the contractor is not my favorite person & fixing the wall tile.

- all about sanding, salvaging & re-finishing the original old-ass bathroom window.

- installation of a pretty (expensive) bath fan and the indignant outrage that ensues.

- 14 inches of shiny chrome-plated pipe, and oh, how I loooove it sooooo.

- AND building a custom recessed medicine cabinet. Handy Husband style.