Odd phenomenon, this nesting thing. Three days and counting till my kids come home. Where the hell did the summer go? There sits that list of ‘Things to do while the kids are away’ on my desk and there are certainly not enough check marks next to tasks.
Solution: mommy hyperdrive. Only this year it is more reactive than proactive. For instance we finally replaced the front lamp post because it snapped at the base and fell over in the wind. Hence the electrician was called to re-attach the fixture and while he is here he can fix the stuff that we have ignored for at least five years awhile.
Me: The electrician is coming tomorrow.
Gary: Good, did you buy the timer for the basement.
Me: Oh, yeh, that. Um the hardware store didn’t have one. But I did pick up your hair gel.
Gary: Great (thinking that the electrician probably has no use for his gel, not to mention he could very well be bald).
Me: Oh, he needs to go in the attic to see why all the high hats and fan in the bathroom don’t work.
In Unison: NOT THE ATTIC (picture a horror movie scream here)
Gary: I just had tea (earl gray with honey, of course), I am not going up there in the hot attic.
Me: Fine, I’ll go!
So he went up to the attic (he is not a fool) and started handing down things I had no intention of parting with tonight. For example: the shopping bag of Danny’s kindergarten Thanksgiving decorations, Jana’s cow lamp from her nursery, bags of old pictures. (yes I am an attic pack rat) STOP! The idea here is to clear a path to the part of the attic above the bathroom, not to actually clean it! Let’s just move the crap around like we always do.
Hey, at least he did not call me a crazy old hag like the last time he went up there.
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