Just a quick ode to my new fabulous, outrageous, fun and (frankly) enormous light fixture. I knew I loved it from the second I laid eyes on it and I'm glad that on Tuesday I took the stance of "not giving a hoot" if Deaner thought it looked like an exploding snowball. Because really? It does. A fabulous exploding snowball. I actually toyed with the idea of spray painting the white puffs on the end in a color coordinating scheme but thankfully I came to my senses (read, I just couldn't wait long enough and wanted to put it up too badly to be patient) so I did not. I just have one statement to make about this awesome light fixture. There are 160 individual "snowballs" attached to this fixture. That I personally had to attach one at a time. While sitting on top of that damn shrank. I honestly thought my life risking stunts were over with the completion of the beam painting. Apparently not. I even got to test my fate a bit farther when I had to figure out a way to rig the fixture much higher and closer to the ceiling. I wasn't expecting it to be so long but no worries, I am very resourceful!
Who wants to be the first to say a bunch of really great things about my light? I'm all ears. And sore shoulders, hands and bruised knees but who is keeping track really? Tomorrow my bookcase will be finished. I'm just having a bit of a crisis about which wall I want to put it against. I know I know, my life is really stressful. Thankfully tomorrow is Friday and we have a babysitter on Saturday!
One quick funny story. Every time I pick Evans up from school these days he is insanely thirsty. To the point where he cries when he finishes the whole sippy cup I bring when I pick him up (this school you cannot bring in any outside food or drink). Today when I went to pick him up it was during lunch and I got to observe from outside. Evans was actually sitting in a little chair around a little table eating his lunch with four other little kids. And he was chowing down. On something other than bagel bites or chicken nuggets. I identified the thirst problem when I realized that the kids were drinking milk (the first problem) out of real live grown up cups. Uh-oh (the second problem). Evans' cup was untouched. This would be because I'm 99.9% positive he cannot drink out of a real cup. Just as this dawned on me the little girl sitting next to him polished off her cup of milk, reached for the PITCHER OF MILK that was sitting in the center of the table, and poured herself another glass of milk. Like it was no big deal (third big problem). I think we are still pretty far from mastering drinking from a glass (by far from mastering I mean we should probably introduce it) and VERY FAR from being able to refill our glass from an actual pitcher of milk. Note to self, purchase some big boy cups this weekend. Apparently the straw sippy cups I was so proud of him for understanding (I mean, I thought it was pretty great he knew how to flip the straw open and closed himself) are for babies. They even use real cups in the infant room. Oh boy.
So I finally got sick of waiting on Deaner to help me finish up the highest parts of the ceiling. I mustered up all my courage, starved myself for three days to be at my lightest (just kidding) and climbed up on top of the shrank and finished painting. Let's face it, otherwise it would have never been finished. And we all know how I am with things being left unfinished. Thankfully this go round on top of the wooden shrank it dawned on me that I should actually kneel on a t'shirt instead of kneecaps directly on wood to avoid more of the unsightly bruises I already have. What a difference that made! I knocked out the rest of the beams during one afternoon nap time. I even got all the tape pulled down in the same afternoon but didn't take pictures after that.
Yesterday was the big shopping day to pick up the rest of the furniture and fixtures for the playroom. Deaner had to attend because I knew ahead of time that I could not lift the bookshelf by myself to load it into the car. This was my first mistake. Has anyone ever mentioned that it is not a good idea to bring your spouse shopping with you if you want to get anything done? Apparently it has been awhile since anyone reminded me of this because.........I forgot. There were three things to purchase. A rug, a light fixture and a bookcase. First up, the rug. Within the first 30 seconds of pointing it out, Deaner decided that it would not be "comfortable enough" for a playroom. Need I say more? We didn't get it and we moved on. Second up, the light fixture. As I am loading it onto my cart I noticed the look on Deaner's face. When I inquired if there was a problem he informed me he felt as though it looked like an exploding snowball. He very nearly made me second guess my judgement but thankfully I overrode that opinion. He wired the fixture tonight and I'm in the process of "building it" and I can't wait to show off how fabulous it is actually going to be. Fortunately there was no issue with the bookcase. Probably because right before loading it onto the cart Deaner found "the most perfect" patio furniture that absolutely could not be passed up for the balcony off the playroom (where our child will never be allowed to actually play unattended). I got my bookcase and light fixture and Deaner got his patio furniture. Now all we need is a rug. :)
I am hoping that we will see the wall giraffe sometime in the next week or two. I'm getting there! I'll take pictures tomorrow when it is light up there and I have the fixture and bookcase set up. Evans has not been making things easy for me lately and he has really been trying both of our patience. For the past several days we have been worried that maybe he was sick so I finally broke down and took him to the doctor this morning.
As I should have been able to predict, he was completely psyching us out. His ears do not hurt, his teeth do not hurt, he does not have strep throat and tomorrow morning we will more than likely confirm that he does not have a urinary tract infection. Simply put, he just does not like to go to sleep at night when it is still light outside. Which poses a problem since it doesn't get dark around here until 10pm. It's been a battle of wills but he WILL go to school tomorrow. Since he is quiet now I'm off to read my book! Happy Hump Day!