I spent the entire day cleaning out my office to make room for a nursery. As tiny as she is, new baby has accumulated some serious "stuff"! I didn't really use my office anyway. My "office" is a laptop while I'm sitting in my comfy chair with my feet on the ottoman. I was able to consolidate everything in my office into one filing cabinet. Ahh... the joys of being paperless!
Since my office used to be part of the back porch, but we closed it in to make an office a few years ago, it's really not bedroom-friendly. As in, there's no closet. I mentioned to Willard a couple of days ago that I need some kind of portable closet-thingy to keep Little Bit's stuff in.
ME: Do they make those?
HIM: Yeah, and they come in a million pieces.
It was only eight little words, but when he spoke them, I knew there would never be a portable closet in that room so I started thinking about Plan B. Imagine my surprise when the VERY NEXT day, he comes home with a box that weighed 180 pounds and had more like HALF a million pieces. Being the skeptic that I am, I figured Little Bit would be doing her own laundry before it got put together.
I owe him a huge apology. A mere 2 hours after starting the project, it was complete. And there actually wasn't a huge amount of profanity involved.
And yes, I am aware that her closet is full and she has only been with us 2 weeks. Good thing there is room on that wall for a second closet if we need it.
Anyway, on Day 3, I am thankful for my husband. He not only spent his evening doing something that I know he didn't want to do, he took me to Talladega last weekend, and he unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher today. I think he's getting soft in his old age!