The Great Divide and Overhauling the Homestead Part III

I am certain that The Beloved did not kiss me good bye when he left for work this morning. I am equally certain that he did stand over my sleeping form, looking at me, with all the pain in his heart showing in his eyes.

Today Susie and I began what should be an outright demolition of the room that will be The Baby's nursery. That room was initially, when we first moved into this home, full of potential, lofty dreams, and the source of much creative brilliance. Instead of repainting the pepto-bismol pink walls and straightening out the crappy plastering so that I could have a permanent place for scrap booking without having to put every thing away each time, that room became the repository of everything we had no other place for, but still couldn't toss out. What was I thinking? Why had we kept so much crap? Did we really need to keep the TV with the little thingamajig broken off and duct taped to the back that would require almost the price of a new one to have repaired? Why not? And the daybed that The Oldest had outgrown, did we really need that? Well, yes, actually we did need that. But seriously, when we started pulling lids off of boxes of dishes I'd gotten along without, the old silverware that I'd had to replace when I realised we were having 12 people for dinner our first Thanksgiving a month after moving in and had not found the old, perfectly beautiful silverware, canned goods that while perfectly safe looking I would not in a million years open, for fear of toxic gas, much less eat, litter boxes that were carefully cleaned and packed in separate boxes because they are disgusting litter boxes after all but we no longer had any need for because both of our cats are outdoors, thank you very much...I really wanted to go back to my original plan and demo the whole thing. Contents included. But that would have required about ten grand that we didn't have. And besides...I needed something to keep my mind from dwelling on the great gulf that had begun to divide The Beloved and I. So we kept sorting and either carting stuff out to the newly cleaned, soon to be back-where-we started garage or out onto the newly established junk yard on the front porch.

Later in the day the Littles and I pick out some paint swatches to bring home. I have finally figured out what to say on the pregnancy announcements and I get them all printed and stuffed into envelopes before I can change my mind again. I take a late night trip down the street to the mail drop. They will go out first thing Saturday morning.