Activities

I can hear all sorts of racket from the basement this morning. Lloyd Dobbler and his dad are framing up the two walls they need to build for our family room in the basement. Yesterday the HVAC guy was here to re-route some things for that room and to fix an issue or two left over from guess who? The stooges who originally did all the work on this house, of course. Seems like we are finding some little something (or some BIG something sometimes) every time we turn around---something those jokers didn't do right in the beginning. But we are legally settled with them now and I just think about it as little as possible.

But what was I saying?

Oh yes, the flurry of activity in the basement. Lloyd Dobbler's dad is going home tomorrow so they are determined to get the two needed walls framed for the new family room in the basement. I believe my father-in-law already finished the wiring earlier this week (he was an electrician for GE for a thousand years). I guess once this work today is done, all that we really have left to do is the dry wall and the drop ceiling. We already have the carpet. We have made little strides towards the completion of this room all along. Baby steps, if you will ("I'm baby stepping! I'm doing the work!").
Before the long drawn-out process of the end of this pregnancy with all my hospital visits and tests and all that high risk stuff, Lloyd Dobbler and his dad had planned to finish this room rather quickly. Now we are waiting to see just how much Baby J's birth is going to cost us before we spend any money unnecessarily. But I think we'll get it finished before too long. And that will have an effect on the rest of the house. Could it be that I will get to pick out a couch for the first time in my life? Because the couch we have had forever will go to the basement once it is finished. I have lived for 15 years now with Lloyd Dobbler's bachelor couch. And with couches his mother was getting rid of. Wouldn't it be nice to finally select something on my own? To actually have my own style/taste in my own house? I'm looking forward to that.

So anyway.....the guys are down in the basement working. My MIL is scurrying about, probably organizing something of mine that she has found to be a mess. The kids are itching to go outside and play, but I'm letting their dad make that call today. Yesterday I didn't let them go out because it was just too cold. We don't have arctic wear for them. And I don't think it's any warmer today. It's such a bitter cold. I heard that it will be in the 40s later this coming week. Hallelujah!
That'll seem like spring after these frigid days.

So I'm just saying, there is activity.
Things are getting done.
Other people seem to have projects and goals.
My goal is to get in and out of the shower before I have to feed the baby again.
I'd like to make a trip to the library today, just for a few minutes, just me. But I don't know. It seems so annoying to have to "ask" to make these things happen. May I drive in to town? Will you watch the baby while I do this?
These are the things that make you feel like
some form of an invalid.
Or a child.

So things are getting done.
Just not by me.
I'm basically taking care of my own hygiene
and nursing a baby every ten minutes.
I'll move on to bigger and better things someday.

And does anyone get the visual joke I inserted in this post?
I sooo amuse myself.
I hope I didn't do it in vain.