What a weekend. Home owning is somewhat ridiculous. Someone used to shovel the sidewalks, fix our faucets, cut the grass, and charge us less for rent than a monthly mortgage costs us. No, it wasn't "the life" by any means, but I have to admit, sometimes that aspect was sort of nice.
My flowers are all dead, my tomato plant is barely clinging to life, and our grass is waving in the wind. Yeah, we hate yardwork of any kind. Weeds are taking over our yard. I am certain their roots are not going to give up a fight too easily.
Instead of expending unnecessary energy outside, Kenton and I had our share of work to do inside. Nana and Papa took Wren for a sleepover, and we switched her room with the spare room. We just had the spare room carpeted and thought it would be a lot more cozy for her this winter. Not to mention her previous room was against the bathroom, particularly the shower. This was becoming increasingly inconvenient as she no longer wants to get strapped into her rocking chair and play with toys in the bathroom as I shower- screaming always resulted, and I need to be clean.
So we painted her "new" room, moved all her things, put up her wall decorations, and tried to figure out how the furniture would fit in a slightly smaller room. Just as we were taking down her crib to move it (sadly it doesn't fit through a doorway...annoying!), we realized a major part was actually broken. This could have been due to her standing in the crib, grabbing the railing and reefing on it as hard as she could. Who knows. We also had a few things we needed to get from Ikea, so we figured we would go that evening and look at cribs while we were there. Ikea...no wait, South Common on a Saturday...need I say more??
Grumpy that we have to spend who knows how much on a new crib, spend our free evening away from our child at Ikea, and fight traffic, we went in. Have you seen Ikea cribs? Maybe you have one. They are soo low down to the ground. And even lower if you double it as a change table. and even lower if you occasionally need to pat your child's bum to sleep for 20 minutes straight in the middle of the night. We refused the crib's price that is lower than basically anywhere you will find except a garage sale where you spend $75 and think you are so awesome and it breaks anyway. So we go through Ikea, and then have to endure Babies R Us. Why...Oh God why?
We find a crib. Take it home. Set it up. Put in her crappy Ikea mattress from previous crib. There is a big gap between the mattress and crib around the whole thing. We have to buy a new mattress. %$@!
After all that mess her room is finished, set up, and sweet. When people say you are going to lose a lot of sleep when you have a baby, you go, "oh yeah..whatever". When people say you are going to spend a lot of money when you have kids, you still go "oh yeah...whatever." They aren't lying. It's all true. And just when you think you are done spending all you will need to spend on "large" items for the next 6 months, something happens you didn't expect and you have to drop another $$$ on something you would have rather bought cool new jeans with.
That's when I looked at Kenton (and avoided looking at the amount we had just spent in less than 24 hours after having a great month of keeping our spending down) and said, "It's for our Wren-Wren." And it didn't matter how much we were in the hole anymore.
We may have gone out to dinner anyways to make ourselves feel better. Ever been to the Sugarbowl? If not, you should. Nothing finishes a tiring day off better than a goat cheese lamb burger.
P.s. new photos to follow...when I get to it!
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