Demolition Derby...

While I'm sitting at work today, my bedroom wall is being demolished. Actually, this is a good thing. Yes...I want my bedroom wall demolished. No...I don't want to be there. Of course, I want it fixed up again. But demolishing one of the walls in my bedroom is a very, very good thing. I say this because I'm finally after five years getting the dryer vent vented outside rather than up into my attic. For the last five years, I've been very intimate with the same stupid dirt, lint, and dog hair that I sweep up every freaking day. It seems that my dryer vent goes up the wall (the one that backs up to my bedroom wall) and into the attic. When the dryer is on, it pulls the lint and stuff up into the attic where it stays. That is, until the air conditioner or heater kicks on...then all the lint and dirt and stuff that's up in the attic comes back down through any available opening. Well, recently, I found a crack in my bedroom wall...and upon further investigation (by someone who knows what he's doing)...we found that we have a mildewed wall...up in the attic...where the duct sweats...yadayadayada. Anyhoo...I'm getting it all fixed today. I think I'm hoping that I never have to clean again. Don't ruin this fantasy for me. Okay.

Of course, I have to repaint after all this is done. Now, yall don't know how my husband is about things like this. He thinks I should be able to go into a room, move everything out, clean it, tape it, paint it, border it, trim it, clean it, move everything back in, and decorate it...in a matter of three hours. Tops. (All the time, not disturbing his life...because he works hard and when he's at home, he likes his peace and quiet. And because I'd just as soon him stay out of my way. He's not a bum...he'd help me but I'm as much a control freak as he is. Two control freaks in the same room...not a good thing.) He's out of his mind and when I take on a painting job...he drives me INSANE! So last night, I ask him when he thinks "we" will be able to get to the painting since the next three weekends are completely booked and I can't take off of work until after I get through graduation. He said...oh, we can do it Friday night. Shouldn't take more than a night, huh? This man is so not in this world! I told him...M, look at those cathedral ceilings. There is no way. Really for the sake of our marriage, let's get someone to come in and paint. Please. I am willing to live in an unpainted bedroom for a few weeks until we can get the construction paid for...so as not to get a divorce. He agreed. Thank you, God.