No humans were harmed in the redecorating of this room....

Ever had a weekend where just nothing was right?

So I've been redoing our guest room. See, here's the thing. That room gets used for actual guests maybe a dozen times a year. Even with the baby. But we pretty much live here the other 40 weekends.

And now I am here. All. The. Time.

So is the baby.

Although baby has outgrown her large equipment (you know, the swing, bouncy seat, etc), her toy chest is growing.

When we moved in our house three years ago, the plan for the bonus room was for it to be a playroom. But infertility turned it into an exercise room and a scrapbook room. Now the time has come for it to realize it's original destiny as a playroom.

That kicks me out.

After much discussion, Chris and I decided it was time to let the guest room go.

Of course, that discussion was a zillion months ago. Like November. But I haven't had the free time to work on it. Until now when I have about two hours a week. Needless to say, it's taken me several weeks to get things done.

This weekend, I was ready for the twin bed to come down from the attic and settle into it's new home in my office/craft room/guest room.

Saturday morning, when Pumpkin went down for her morning nap, Chris headed up to the attic to dig out the bed and box springs.

During said extraction, he put his foot down in the attic and it stopped mid-air in our second bathroom.

I was in the garage waiting for the box springs when I heard a small crash and Chris say "Oh great."

Chris? You okay?

(Silence)

Chris?

Yeah. I'm okay. I just put my foot through the floor.

(Laughing) What????

Pretty sure there's a hole in the ceiling in the bathroom.

Seriously?

(Walk to bathroom)

Oh my gosh! (Much more laughing)

Here's the thing: I have a horrible personality trait. I laugh when people fall. I know. It's so embarrassing. My brother said where there is the sound of someone falling, there is the sound of Robin's laughter.

Awesome.

Fortunately, Chris wasn't hurt. And the bathroom is now sportin' a fabulous hole. The insulation falling made it look like snow.

And look. What else is there to do? Sure, we could get mad or lament the cash it's gonna cost us to fix or we could laugh at the snow in our bathroom.

Of course, when Chris says I feel like my leg is still stuck in the hole, no one can blame me for laughing. No one.

Bottom line: The re-purposing/decorating/arranging of the spare room will end up costing us significantly more than the 60 bucks I had spent.

Oh well.

Poor Chris felt awful. Awwww....fulllll. He looked like a puppy who'd lost his favorite toy.

Then during Pumpkin's afternoon nap, we were emptying the dishwasher.

When Chris dropped one of our glasses.

Glass. Everywhere.

We stood there a moment and then Chris says, Well sure.

Both of us were barefoot and oh yeah, there's a baby who crawls all over that kitchen floor every day.

Cue more laughing and more pouting.

The evening ended with us attempting to have a date night. First we couldn't leave on time because Aubrey Kate picked that exact moment to refuse to eat her dinner. Feeling it was a bit much to ask an 18 year old to somehow feed a 10 month old who was clamping her mouth shut and whining like a champ, we stayed to pull every Mommy/Daddy Distraction Trick out of our very small book of Parenting 101.

So by the time we got to what has to be the most popular pizza joint in Texas, our wait was 45 minutes to an hour. We chose to stay because we didn't have another activity planned and because I have limited options. Somehow eating chili and a baked potato at Wendy's instead of my first slice of pizza in four months wasn't cutting it.

An hour later and still waiting for a table, we texted the babysitter to see if Pumpkin was asleep yet. Fifteen minutes passed and we texted again. Another ten minutes and Chris called.

Voicemail.

Panic.

Finally, as I was asking the hostess about getting an order to go, the babysitter answered the third call. She was trying to get AK down without her crying. The baby crying, not the sitter.

Despite Pumpkin being sheer perfection, she does cry occasionally when we put her down. It lasts a few minutes and then she's out. We had told the 18 year old that before we left but she missed it somehow.

Another 30 minutes passed. My heart rate had returned to normal, we were seated at our table and inhaling salads on the house for being so patient.

I don't think Chris and I said five words to each other the entire dinner. We were exhausted and starving. Oh and let's go ahead and throw freezing on to the pile. Freezing since we'd been sitting by the door for over 90 minutes.

Thankfully, nothing was damaged today. Pumpkin ate her meals without any drama. And we had the privilege of worshiping with both our congregation and our mission church this morning.

Pictures of the bathroom ceiling and the new office/craft room/guest room coming soon.

Let's hope anyway.