Men (exasperated sigh, hands on hips)

So yesterday I came home from work, and his jeep was backed into the driveway; that means he was hauling something. As I stepped out of my car, a gust of wind approximately 40 degrees cooler than me sent leaves skittering across the driveway and down the street, and I indulged in a brief fantasy ' oooh, maybe he went and got some firewood....that would be nice. We could sip some wine and watch a movie with a nice roaring fire....' but then I stepped into the house. The carpet from the hallway is gone. Gone. The floor is concrete.

This is why I don't let him vacuum.


I can just imagine the process...he vacuums the dog hair out of the bedroom, he vacuums the muddy paw prints from the living room, as he is finishing up in the hallway he thinks "I hate this carpet. I've always hated this carpet, I'll be so glad when I can pull it all out and put down ceramic tile....(push the vacuum. pull the vacuum back) This carpet looks like crap. I hate this carpet. (push the vacuum, pull the vacuum back).....(push the vacuum)...you know, it wouldn't cost that much to tile just the hallway...(pull the vacuum back, mentally measuring the hallway)...I really hate this carpet....(push the vacuum, mentally pricing tile) ... stand, with the vacuum droning uselessly....he shuts off the vacuum, pushes it out of the way, and starts ripping up carpet.



This isn't entirely a bad thing. But the timing leaves a little to be desired. The problem here is finding a stopping place. If we put down tile in the hallway, we really REALLY need to paint the hallway. I don't mind painting. Well, I don't mind painting walls. I hate painting corners and trim. The hallway has three bedroom doors, one bathroom door, one linen closet that has four doors and three drawers, and a laundry room door. THEN there's the entry way, and the front door...(confession time. I started stripping the paint off the front door right after Christmas, and I haven't repainted it yet)...so we need to lay tile and paint the hallway and the entry way and the front door. We both work full time, we both take college classes, we have company coming for Thanksgiving, and OH! by the way....I'm having surgery next week. So, yeah. Should be fun. :)

As we get into bed last night, the wind blows THE BRANCH against the roof, and he says "Oh, crap. I forgot to fix that."

Tomorrow I am off work, and I'm working on my paper. I really have to get started on that.