The Count Down Begins

Ah, the countdown begins. Mr. Borealis starts his new job on Monday, and I’ve got to say—I’m freakin’ ecstatic about that fact. He’s been hanging around the house doing next to nothing for almost two months now, and I’m starting to twitch.

You see, dear readers, this home we live in was a foreclosed home, and we’ve put a lot of time and effort into making it nice. We did a lot, but incomplete projects still exist. These include, but are not limited, to:

-putting the handrails up in the stairwells
-putting knobs back on all of our closet doors so they can be opened
-putting covers back over the vents
-finishing the downstairs ¾ bath, which still lacks a shower and sink
-unpacking the rest of our stuff from the basement
-cleaning out the garage
-setting up the downstairs guest room(the one with an attached “bathroom” that isn’t really a bathroom, hence I term it the “toilet only” room)
-removing the garbage from our front courtyard

Now, as a practice I do not believe in nagging. Nagging is the enemy—I’ve seen nagging destroy more relationships than politics, money, and religion combined. So I do not nag, and I’ve almost got Mr. Borealis trained to not nag me as well.

In our home the practice is to politely ask, and if it doesn’t get done, you assume that your lovely spouse forgot or was too busy to get to it, but that the chore was not maliciously not done to annoy you. If it bothers you that much, just do it yourself. But folks, let me tell you, after him having two months where he literally sat on his butt on the couch all day, I’m a little perturbed. Especially since I’m not asking him to build the Taj Mahal, I asking him to get a screwdriver and put vent covers on gapping holes in the wall. Especially since he won’t let me clear out the courtyard on trash day because he wants to “recycle” it—which would be commendable, if it ever actually happened.

So I asked about the piles of cardboard and packing foam and the removed bathroom sink and vanity in the courtyard, which have been sitting since last November. He said, like he always does, that he would take them to the recycling place “soon.” Finally having had it, I rolled my eyes and said something to the effect of, “You mean like sometime in the last three months?”

Well, yesterday I came home, and the sink had been moved to the opposite side of the courtyard. And one of the two larger boxes of cardboard and foam was gone. He told me he took it to a local grocery store alley and left it in their dumpster.

Sigh. I guess it’s a start.

Alula