It seems we have reached an impasse.
I'm still thrilled to bits about every aspect of playing with my home. I have plans and evil plots and wishes and dreams and the determination to set goals and get it done. But there's stuff that I won't do - most of it involves ladders, heights, electricity and things that were promised to me by Adam - aka Husband. The guy who wanted this house to begin with, so I made it MY dream too, and found a way for us to have it. :)
I should have learned this when I got my car: Getting what you want means it'll be ten times harder to keep it.
Husband would much rather sit on the internet, and do whatever guys do on the internet. I'll bet it's grand, since HE has an office dedicated to doing just that!
Bittersweet, since I'm still slaving away in an attempt to generate half of our income in a room with no ceiling or functioning outlets. I cook in a kitchen with a piece of 2x3 plywood as my countertop. I'm not saying I don't kick ass at everything I do, but it breaks my heart that 90% of the stuff that goes into the finished kitchen is just sitting around the house.
Waiting.
For Adam.
To "feel like it."
So, in the meantime, I'll turn into one of those bloggers that thrives on a hell of a lot of wishful thinking...
Loving the Cabriolet - that was my dream car from high school. Eventually I tracked a RED '89 on eBay (still shaking head still in disbelief that I did that. Dad still won't talk to me about it). But we had two wonderful years together, at least.
ReplyDeleteI say break out the circular saw and start buzzing it around his office. See if that gets him out of the computer chair ;-)
P.S. Great blog, BTW!