KTMom91
Well-Known Member
...except when he's not. Miss KT will be home for the weekend some time tomorrow afternoon. I'm working. Hubby has school. The library (aka her room) is nowhere near organized, and since it's Hubby's stuff, I asked him several thousand times (it felt like) to clean it up so we can put the mattress back down. Avoid, delay, fiddle, mess, putter...you name it, and he did it...everything but make room.
He also moved more stuff in from Son #2's house...a desk chair, a bookshelf, general office furniture, and I've been asking him (several thousand times) to DO SOMETHING with that stuff. I can't get to the cooler easily to turn it on/off, I can't get to the panther food...and, in a wonderful display of poetic justice, a barefooted Hubby tripped over the leg of the random desk chair this evening. I was not sympathetic. The pain seemed to motivate him to clean things up, and the desk chair has been placed by the desk, the path to the cooler is clear, and the mattress is ready for Miss KT to sleep on.
Now it's time for bed. I'm working tomorrow...full day Kindergarten. Never done that before...should be interesting.
He also moved more stuff in from Son #2's house...a desk chair, a bookshelf, general office furniture, and I've been asking him (several thousand times) to DO SOMETHING with that stuff. I can't get to the cooler easily to turn it on/off, I can't get to the panther food...and, in a wonderful display of poetic justice, a barefooted Hubby tripped over the leg of the random desk chair this evening. I was not sympathetic. The pain seemed to motivate him to clean things up, and the desk chair has been placed by the desk, the path to the cooler is clear, and the mattress is ready for Miss KT to sleep on.
Now it's time for bed. I'm working tomorrow...full day Kindergarten. Never done that before...should be interesting.