Morning thoughts

My dear, sweet husband offered to let me fall asleep at an insane early hour last night.  I was tired from the trip (yeah, like he wasnt?) and hadn't slept much Sunday night due to some dental issues.  Those are better now, and he said, "go ahead and go to bed.  I'll tuck the girls in."  WooooHoooo! 

That caused me to wake up when his alarm went off at 4:30 and I offered to take the first shower.  I felt him sink deeper into bed as he mumbled, "thanks!"  Small repayment, but it bought him an extra 1/2 hour of sleep.  It also gave me all this free time this morning.  I like it a lot, but not enough to sacrifice any of my sleeping hours on a regular basis.  I love sleep.

Our "offer" on the house was accepted yesterday.  Actually, it was their counter-offer.  Kevin asked what we do next, and Phil (my uncle and realtor) said, "nothing, just sit back and relax."  Yeah right.  There are millions of things running through my mind now, and I won't rest until the keys are in my hand.  That is supposed to happen by 5pm on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend.  Sheesh, that's not much time, and it's forever.

He's gonna set up a time that we can go look at it again.  This time, I want to take mom and dad with me.  I have a hundred things that I keep wishing I'd taken notice of, or that I've forgotton.  Is the big part of the basement carpeted, or just the bedrooms?  Is there a medicine cabinet in the bathroom upstairs? How many outlets are in the side room where the computers are going?  Is there a coat closet?  A linen closet?  How about a......well, you get the point.  I'm going to start a list, and take it with me when we go back.

Now I have to start collecting boxes.  I hate collecting boxes.  I feel like a homeless person, walking around the warehouse at work saying, "Can I have that box?  Are you gonna use that box for anything?"  Oh well, my girls will have their own rooms!  No more complaints from Monica when the radio is on country at night.  No more complaints from Natalie when it's on hip-hop or punk. 

We also don't have enough furniture for this house.  A lady at work has an 8-foot couch that I might buy.  The fabric is outdated (remember the big flowery couches?) but it's perfect for the basement.  The girls are on bunk beds right now, but we have enough beds for the kids to let the bunk beds become extra.  I just need to get a bed for the guest room.  Guest room.  I'M GONNA HAVE A GUEST ROOM!

There are hundreds of changes that we want to make, but those will happen gradually as we have the fundage.  The small "deck" outside the side door...not even really a deck, it's so small.  We want to put a big deck there.  Big enough for my swing and grill and patio furniture.  The back porch?  It needs drywall and a light fixture, then it will be finished.  It'll be perfect for morning coffee.

Yeah, I have a lot to plan and to think about.  I have enough to worry myself sick over.  I have enough to excite the heck out of me.  I think I'll stay occupied until Memorial Day weekend.  Not a problem.