But first, we had to do some dismantaling. We spent all day Saturday (what is supposed to be relaxation time, I though?) moving all of the furniture out of the downstairs bedroom and prepping it for paint. That room will soon be Chachoo and his wife's honeymoon suite, I suppose.
Poor Chachoo, not only does he have to help dismantle his own bedroom and paint the walls (and ceiling), but he also gets kicked out of the room in the meantime. Right now he's sleeping on a tiny twin mattress that's been shoved behind the couch of the downstairs family room - which is stuffed to the brim with various pieces of furniture and decorations left there from the great bedroom empty-ing. The mattress on the floor even has the baby's firetruck sheets on it still. So much for trying to make Chachoo feel at home I guess.
Nothing says "Welcome home!" like baby firetruck sheets on a floor mattress shoved in a forgotten corner of the basement. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now. Hopefully we finish it all very soon - otherwise Chachoo's wife will have the same warm welcome and sleeping arrangement her husband is currently enjoying! I'm secretly hoping I'll get a few more days to prepare. Not so secretly, actually - I told Chachoo as much. He (selfishly) doesn't care about the room preparations at all and (selfishly) wants his wife here as soon as possible. The nerve!
