Sunday, September 28, 2008

Wow, I'm Getting Old!

Another birthday. This will make me 32 years old when I have my last child. I have to say this side of thirty does look different than the other side.

At least I am young enough that my oldest child doesn't think it is "gross" to be having another baby. Yet I am old enough to have a built in babysitter. Hey wait, this may be a pretty good gig!

We have been so focused on baby things and pregnancy problems that we haven't really thought much about birthdays. But last week Wendell asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I said, " I want my bedroom painted." He said, "anything but that!" "Sorry, that is really all I want. And a clean house." (full on nesting setting in.)

Wendell doesn't like to paint. I kind of like to redo things in our house often. When I was pregnant with Brenley, We painted the trim on the outside of our house(which was a lovely grey/purple color), Mitchell's room and the girls' room. These are always my projects. He wants nothing to with them. Why does Mitchell need tiny stripes painted on his wall? Why does the girls' room have to be plaid? Sorry, blame it on Pottery Barn catalogues.

But he always gets sucked into it somehow, poor guy! He always ends up helping me out. Usually because he is a bit of a perfectionist, and wants the lines just right. And he is better at figuring out how to do what I want done than I am.

This time it is even worse. I have never started a project while I was this huge. Most of the work has to be done by him. Our bedroom and bathroom have super high vaulted ceilings. And I can't really do a ladder right now. Especially in our bathroom. I can't really balance on the sink, or the edge of the bathtub. I can't climb a ladder precariously placed inside the shower. It's all him.

I am happy to report that the bathroom is mostly done. I bought the paint on Thursday ( I have to pick it out) and he got it mostly finished by Saturday. While I was at a baby shower and the Relief Society Broadcast.

Now for the bedroom. The bedroom has been a sore spot for me for many years. It is the dumping ground for clutter, laundry, homework, toys, and just general mess. Whenever anyone comes over, including the kids' friends, the bedroom door gets shut. The children are forbidden to come inside with friends. Well, I have been chipping away at little hot spots for a while. And my mother, who has tremendous organizational skills, has taken pity on me and has come over to help me a little every week. So it is shaping up pretty well, and I am hopeful that it will be painted in the next couple of weeks.

This is my gift from my husband, who will have to do almost all of the work. I can't wait. I can't imagine a better birthday gift.

I'll keep you posted...

4 people know I love comments!:

Crissybug said...

I hope you had a wonderful birthday. I meant to find you today at church, and tell you happy birthday. I never seem to see anyone anymore :(

Wendell is so awesome to do this for you. What a great birthday gift.

Shelli said...

Happy Birthday! And if you're old, that makes me ...

Enjoy your birthday gift! I can't tell you how wonderful it is to make your bedroom into a calming, peaceful retreat. Ah, heaven!

Vidal's Nest said...

Happy Birthday! Don't be rude saying 32 is old..what does that say about me you big booger!
Way to go Wendell! Very cool gift! I always tell Tony and the kids the best they can give me is a clean house!

Patrice said...

What a great husband! And, Happy Birthday! After we visited on Sunday, I then saw that it was your birthday in the church bulletin. I blew that one!