Husband Clothes

I have been really freaking out about getting shelves put into our storage closet. Currently everything is piled up in these horrible piles…I have to get organized for the baby. (Please let this somehow happen before the baby is born.) I wanted my husband to help get shelves and put them in the closet, but come on. I’d gotten to the point where I almost got him to rent a truck, go to Home Depot or IKEA to pick them up. See, but then I’d need to HIRE someone to assemble them.

Why, you might ask? Why hire? Do it yourself. Well, I can’t–I’m just a failure at stuff like that. Then you might ask, why? Why can’t your husband put them together?

Oh, he WOULD put them “together” alright. Then he will try to hide a handful of unused parts–important things like brackets that should be used to hold the shelves up.

Then I’d ask, “Why didn’t you use that bracket?”

Here’s his actual response to this question from the past, “Oh, that part’s dumb. Don’t need it.”

Then the shelf will immediately fall over on me.

OH, and let’s not forget that because we neglect to use all of the parts, we need to replace them with other things. For example, my husband sometimes chooses (because he believes parts are a choice, a matter of opinion if you will) to use nails rather than screws. Or in a “desperate” situation, he will tie things together with cords rather than simply using the screws. Why does he do this? I have no idea. Why doesn’t he understand that this is dangerous and wastes our money? I have no idea.

UGH. Just thinking about it freaks me out. But, as you may have noticed, I’m having a lucky week. And guess what happened. A friend who is a builder, a real one, professional for 5 or 7 years or something crazy. He knows about every type of wood–even things like birch. He knows all about stains. He knows everything. He doesn’t use cords to tie stuff together either. Well, HE offered to build my shelves!!! For less than I’d pay to purchase them at IKEA.

Then he BUILT them. Do you understand that he used the cheapest wood, yet these shelves look like I got the most expensive shelves Thomasville had to offer? How did this happen to little ole (oh, little ole beachball rather) me??? I’m so darn happy  that I really can’t adequately express my joy right now.

PS. I realize I’m banned from saying bad things for 2 days due to husband’s heroic ventures into late night pharmacies and knight in shining armor gesture of opening the car door for me. But I don’t see this post as saying bad things about my husband–I see it more as me making fun of furniture in my home. Don’t you agree?

My husband is doing kind, thoughtful stuff like crazy. Okay, two things in two days. Whatever. I think I will have to officially ban myself from my blog for um…at least 2 days. So, this means, I’m not allowed to complain about, make fun of, or say anything negative about my husband for 2 entire days.

I’m having pain that’s making me have insomnia. My standard approach to pain is to ignore it, you know, like my doctor does. Especially when combined with insomnia during pregnancy, I just kept thinking “oh, insomnia, that’s due to pregnancy, everyone gets it. ” So, I didn’t really involve the pain in my discussion with myself.But suddenly LAST night the pain got really evil! I mean, attacking me like a monster! It almost felt like the pain was mad at having been ignored so long…Anyway, I got to bed at 11:45pm (unbelievable feat, it absolutely should have been rewarded with sleep or even better things, like money or something–but no…conquering my self-indulgence was rewarded instead with horrible pain…that’s fine.) Got to sleep at 4:00am. Fun, fun, fun!

So, my husband came home at 1:30am. GET THIS: I told him I couldn’t handle my back pain, and he got ALL worried. (This guy NEVER worries as he always assumes I’m faking pain or any type of illness.) But perhaps due to our talk over the weekend, he believed me.

And he rushed right to the 24 hour pharmacy and brought me home some medicine! (It was prescribed to me 3 weeks ago…should have gotten it then.) But anyway, major husband points. He had no complaints. Then lots of checking. How am I? How’s my back? Even checking today via IM. He totally loves me. And I totally love him:)