lectures, looks, and cold shoulders...

One thing my husband absolutely LOVES about me is that when I get some project on my mind I have to get it done like yesterday. If you didn’t catch onto the sarcasm, I will clarify; Damian cringes every time I go on a new project kick, which is pretty often, because everything else pretty much gets knocked down on (or knocked off) my priority list.

Well, I have had this wild hair since I got home from Utah. I have been holding back since I realized I probably should unpack, get ready for school, and spend time with my handsome husband. I fought the urge as long as I possibly could, but today it became just too unbearable. Must. Give. In.

My studio needs a makeover (ya think?), and it needs to happen today! Since I had been researching on the sly while I was battling the urge, I had a pretty good idea what I needed to do to get started.

Fast forward a few hours to when Damian gets home. I waited until after he got settled to break it to him gently, “Babe, I would love an hour out by myself.” He reluctantly agrees (surely because he can’t bear to be away from my beauty and radiating energy and has nothing to do with being left with the kids at dinner time). It is amazing what a woman with a mission can accomplish when she is sans toddler and whining children! I breezed through JoAnn’s, Hobby Lobby and Target in an hour and fifteen, (that has got to be a record of some kind), making it home just in time for round two of gently breaking in. You see, I had been looking for some bookcases to organize all my craftiness, and it just so happened that a neighbor was selling some that were perfect. The only problem was, I had to convince my husband to go with me to pick them up…tonight…right then.

We had been there before, so I knew what to expect. Home improvement projects on my timeline and my husband do not get along. I braced myself for the storm. I got nailed with the typical “do we really have to do this right now,” “just because something is on sale doesn’t mean you should buy it,” and “I don’t understand where this came from” lectures accompanied by the looks and cold shoulder. If there was any way I possibly could have avoided his involvement by picking them up myself, you better believe me I would have, but I didn’t think the lady would appreciate me hefting them down her stairs with a girlfriend. And yes, the thought of actually asking someone else’s husband did occur to me, but I thought that would get me all of the above lectures plus the “Are you kidding me?” one.

As we were shimmying down the staircase, you can bet your inheritance that no matter how difficult it was for me I didn’t say a word. We did things his way and by the time we got home he had mellowed. As we pushed them against the wall of my studio, I was so excited about their perfect fit but I felt like it wasn’t the time for cartwheels and my victory dance. Anyways, to make a short story long, I got started on a new project today! I am totally ecstatic, and I have a frustrated but loving husband who puts up with me and my wild hairs.