Husband-like Nesting
That's right... it is down to the wire for the baby-thing. Though, she's decided to hang around in-utero for another day (I was hoping for this weekend. The timing would have been fantastic). It did allow for some nesting time for The Husband. Me? I lied around in front of the television and with a latest novel read that kept me occupied most of the weekend. Except when I was up to visit the restroom every hour on the hour (ah, the joy of late pregnancy).
So here's what the husband tackled in a whole 2-day weekend:
So here's what the husband tackled in a whole 2-day weekend:
- meticulously cleaned 2 vehicles. That includes vacuuming. Detailing the inside. Detailing the outside. Cleaning out the storage/back areas. Finding loose brackets. Taking off rattling heat shields. And anything else that says car. He tackled it.
- found the newborn car seat. Washed both covers for the newborn car seat and that of the Kiddo's that was so filthy dirty... well, it had never seen the inside of a washer before. Both of course were installed as soon as the car was detailed.
- mowed the lawn. Normally this wouldn't be in any sort of nesting list. But being outside of Chicago we've had some rain. More than enough is some counties and this was the first day in over 2 weeks he could dedicate to the lawn. And it took over 2 hours to handle it. It was long. Thick. Still a little damp. And required 3 rows (tops) of mowing. And the some bagging operation to take all of the lawn clippings out of the way for some new stuff.
- Then, of course, was the whole We'll Need a Leaf Blower/Mulcher Soon expedition that soon turned into the Leaf Blower/Mulcher and Snow Blower Soon Expedition. And yes it did. Both purchased (our snow blower died in the 2-house shuffle over this last winter).
- And I almost forgot, The Walnut Tree Branch that Decided to Almost Crush Our Patio Fiasco. Not because of the thunderstorms that hit the area--that would be too obvious. No, it was because of over-zealous walnut breeding. We had a large shade branch that decided this year was the year to produce more walnuts than it could bear. And broke. And had been hanging dangerously close to our patio for the last 3 weeks. With the thunderstorm epidemic this week--well, it was time to watch the husband teeter on a ladder to chop the thing down.
- vacuuming the house. Yes, that's what Sunday mornings are for apparently.
- buying paint for the 800 small decorative projects around the house we just haven't gotten to yet. Yep, black spray paint for the milk jug that is going to sit in our dining room as a plant stand. Gray paint for the industrial shelf that will sit in the garage, and paint for the cord cover that will *hide* all the flat screen television cords in the bedroom. To which he painted and installed promptly at 11:30pm last night.
- washed and fluffed our master bed pillows. They seem to be getting a little flat, if you know what I mean. And this was our last ditch effort to give them some fluff. It worked. Sorta. At least for this week until we decide to purchase some new ones.
- Oh and of course, he had to take a look at a few vehicles we are eyeing up for a purchase in the next 3 - 6 months. The rules was, no test driving. To which we followed. As for interest? Yeah. We have a front runner. And in the words of The Husband and Kiddo, "This is perfect for the new baby!" Oh boy. We're in trouble.
