First off, let me tell you that I’m repainting my kitchen (again!) and have a cool idea for chalkboard paint. Some before and after pics will hopefully be coming in a week!
I also have a winter project that’ll be in the works pretty soon. We hope to transform our basement room (which is currently a stuffed craft room) into a cozy play room (for nieces and nephews) /entertainment room / organized craft room. We’ll re-do the ceiling, paint the walls, put carpet in, and decorate.
But since I don’t have anything to show yet, here’s a little story about nighttime shenanigans. It started off with an unwise decision on Josh’s part. I was super tired and wanted to make it an early night. Josh, who needs far less sleep than I, decided to also go early. That meant that at 3:00 in the morning, Josh was wide awake. And a thought popped in his mind. After stumbling out of bed, I heard him crash down the stairs to the basement, and suddenly I heard water gushing. He had picked 3 am to drain the water line that went outside to our faucet! He then came back to bed (freezing!) and I thought that I would peacefully be able to sleep again. That illusion was soon dashed!
After tossing and turning, Josh decided that he needed to read for a bit. So off he went to the family room, and I drifted into semi-consciousness.
Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch. A mouse was chewing on something inside our bedroom wall. I ignored it, but unfortunately the mouse also ignored my desire to sleep and continued scratching. I grabbed a book on my nightstand and started banging the wall. Ahhhh….silence. A few minutes later, there it was again! What business did a mouse have disturbing my sleep!? I grabbed the book and vigorously banged again.
Meanwhile, Josh was quietly reading his book when he suddenly heard a “banging on the front door”. What kind of unsavory character would be knocking at 3:30 in the morning on a decent citizen’s house? He decided to ignore it. A few minute later, the knocking erupted again. Heart thumping, he raced off to our bedroom to peek around the blinds and see who was outside. All he met was a wife with a book in hand, ready to strike anything that would dare to come between her and sleep.
Lesson learned: Josh cannot get more than 7 or 8 hours of sleep a night and must therefore calculate his bedtime accordingly, for the benefit of all involved. 🙂