You might think that the threat of a new baby rapidly approaching would keenly re-prioritize for my hubby. But alas, if you’ve been reading for any length of time, you probably know that nothing is on hubby’s radar that’s not important (read that as electronics – and apparently baby monitors and breast pumps don’t count!)
So, it’s probably no surprise that the new furniture we purchased for the baby’s room has been sitting, in boxes, in my living room for probably over 6 weeks. It causes me anxiety Every. Single. Time. I walk past it. My OCD (see hubby, I can admit I have a bit of OCD) screams at me when stuff is not where it belongs… it’s why hubby’s empty soda cans, invisible boxes, and crap on the stairs drive me bonkers!
Every day, when I come home I politely remind hubby of his timeline…
“Hon, a little over 3 months left”
“Hon, less than 3 months left”
“Hon, only 2 months left…”
And every day, hubby employs selective listening to tune me out and his selective vision kicks into high gear as he uses all his special powers to pretend he doesn’t seen the boxes… which equal 5 in total. One is approximately 4 ft tall and another is probably 5 ft long. (UHM, I don’t know, kind of hard to ignore – but I guess that’s just me……….)
His logic has been that we need to remove all the stuff from what will become the baby’s room, before he can move the boxes.
Problem #1: This is HIS job…. I cannot carry the boxes, nor can I remove the existing furniture.
He also wants to paint the room before we put the new furniture in (makes sense but……………..)
Problem #2: This is HIS job…. I cannot paint in my current state.
So, under normal circumstances, where I could easily become exasperated and do the work myself, I cannot do anything myself. So, I’m at his mercy, and on his timeline, if I want to have this done. UGH!
******* UPDATE *******
I wrote much of this post last week…. And didn’t have time to get it uploaded until today because my hard drive crashed (back up your stuff people – don’t be me and lose everything!!). And, here’s a crazy news flash. I expected to be able to take pictures of the HUGE boxes to illustrate the absurdity of my life but HOLY CRAP, they are gone. It’s like I put it out into the blogosphere and magical things happened. They actually made their way to the baby’s room. The crib is assembled and everything is where it belongs……………HOORAY!
Here’s the catch.
Now that all the furniture is in the baby’s room, hubby is now questioning the need to paint the room….. “I kinda like the color it is right now” he says. Which he quickly follows up with “But, if you still want it painted, I’ll be happy to do it”. What sort of ploy is this??? Another 6 week delay and the baby will likely be in the room…. And then, no painting can occur… very sly hubby, very sly…………………..