…no, No, NO!!! Not that overdue. Seriously people, how long have you been reading this blog?
Still barren as ever, but looking pretty fine these days if I do say so myself. L’Oreal’s Skin Genesis intensive night treatment, I swear, has taken a year or more of age off my face the past month or so. (L’Oreal if you’re listening, send a case my way!)
No, the overdue I’m referring to is the house project, which (not surprisingly) is also over budget. I know, I know — I was forewarned on both fronts.
On the plus side, the walls are now colorfully covered in cheerful and bold paint. The electrician and his motley crew are now crawling all around the house giving us light where once there was darkness and the new kitchen appliances arrived — not so conveniently in a huge downpour — but should be hooked up today. The hardwood floors took a beating in the remodel process so we needed to get out of town for a few days to let floor guys sand and apply the necessary (and noxious) chemicals.
Conveniently the messy floor job coincided with my anniversary last Friday to the.very.best.man.on.the.planet.bar.none!
Mr. PJ and I headed out for a romantic getaway to sunny Scottsdale, Arizona to celebrate number nine or 13 — it all depends on whether you count the legally-wed date or the fall-in-love date. We eloped, as I explained in this post, and have been living our honeymoon ever since.
Now back home and on the verge of bidding farewell to Julio, Edwin and the rest of the remodel crew, the latest questions dancing in my head are these: After initially buying our house for what we fully expected would be an expanding family, what will it be like to live in a newly tuned residence optimized for a family of two? Will there will be any PPD (post-project depression)?
Why the questions and why now? Well, have you ever noticed how when you’re in the throes of an all-consuming project there are all sorts of wonderful (and maddening) distractions and high expectations of what it will be like when the project is done and over with (e.g. fertility treatment comes to mind) … and then there’s the reality of no more distractions and you’re just done? While these questions, I admit, qualify as looking for trouble they aren’t completely out of bounds.
Fortunately, regardless of the answers, Mr. PJ and I now have a dreamy place to start our 10th/14th year of being BFF and the next phase of our lives.