Look what I did!
My mom came to visit this weekend. By “visit,” of course, I mean she spent her entire weekend helping me tackle the four years of neglect this house has experienced. That’s maternal devotion- drive three hours to visit your kid at her new pad, crash on a futon because that’s all she has for guests, then put in two full days of physical labor to help her whip it into shape all before driving the three hours back home.
Things we did:Read More »
I thought I wouldn’t have this problem until we were all moved in, but I also thought the renovation would be done two weeks ago, so I guess it was to be expected.
Just kidding, I’m not ripping of Ann Patchett.
Kevin and I watch a lot of home renovation shows. (Property Brothers is our absolute favorite.) At different periods in our lives we’ve watched them for different reasons- out of curiosity and interest, out of anticipation for our own reno and, currently, out of the desperate desire to be reassured that one day our renovations will end and we’ll love this shell of a house. (Two months in and no end in sight. Never live in a reno, folks!)
Something that people say surprisingly often on these shows is that ‘the secret to a happy marriage is two bathrooms.’ Barring that (usually barring that- who can afford two master bathrooms?- they tend to settle for separate sinks. Apparently a rigid divide between his products and her products is crucial for the modern marriage. Usually because someone has snarky opinions about makeup.
While Kevin and I are looking forward to our future master bathroom which will- yes- have two sinks, we long ago came to the conclusion that it’s not the bathroom that will preserve domestic felicity. Nope, it’s the bed.Read More »
Bess Carnan 