I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend.
The kids and I did some Christmas shopping.
Watched a new Christmas movie to get them in the spirit.
Put up a tree or two.
This morning the kids helped me take the Christmas storage buckets out of the attic so I could start decorating.
I kind of wanted to wait and see if I could talk Mr. M. into putting in the wood floors in the living room.
I called him this morning, he has been out of town for the last 4 days.
I wanted to let the kids talk to him before school.
After they were done talking. I nonchalantly asked him, "so, how mad would you be if I started taking up the carpeting?" You see, he knows I want to put in wood floors in the living room and study.
"Why? What have you done? Where are you working?"
"Oh, I was just kind of wondering. I hope you have a great day love, miss you."
I think in the back of his mind, he wonders.
WHAT IS SHE GOING TO DO WHILE I AM GONE!
Maybe I have done things in the past while he is gone.
Maybe or maybe not.
I left the conversation like that.
He called back a couple of hours later.
"So, what are you doing?" "Nothing, why?" "Have you really started taking up the carpet?"
"Only a little."
"The office." "Why there, the carpet looks the best in that room?"
You see, I have the next three days off, work Friday and then the weekend off again.
I want to get the floors finished so I can do my Christmas decorating.
I kind of have it in my head to get this done before the holidays and once the idea is there, I will get obsessed with it until it is done.
I can see it from his point of view too.
You see, we also are working on the master bedroom/garage addition.
But, in my defense, we have been working on that for the past 4 years and we probably are not going to work on it much over the winter.
BECAUSE IT IS SO STINKING COLD IN THOSE ROOMS!
Why not work on a room that we can finish in a week or two.
It really is that simple.
In my mind.
Oh, I know there is work, school, home work, pies and Christmas decorating and shopping.
But can't that wait for just one long week?
Pine floors against white walls.
It all started here.
You see, I showed him this view of the basement last week.
It is my favorite room right now.
I know our living room can look just as beautiful.
I think I might just call him back and ask.
"On a scale of 1 - 10 how mad would you be?"
I know, bad, so bad.
He will be home tonight, but that might make him get home a little quicker.
This might just put me on Santa's naughty list.
What would you do?