Don't Worry

Don't worry that I FORGOT about daylight savings time, woke up for work at 4 AM, to arrive at 5 AM, to be told I still had an hour until 6 AM. Awesome.

Don't worry that I went on a baby-prep RAMPAGE yesterday and decluttered/organized/storaged/trashed a million things to make room for baby. 

And Mitch and I got into a fairly large but funny disagreement as to where to stash his very precious church books. He wanted to keep them in our baby's closet.

"The baby won't need all this space! I need to be able to read my books!" 

As much as I ADORE that he loves (more like cherishes) church books and it's the most attractive thing in the world to me, I was not budging on the fact that he could move his books into the HALL closet until we could afford a nice bookshelf. 

He felt like I was making him throw them out. Only after much stubbornness on my part and promising that if he wanted a book to read over Christmas break that I would dig it out of the bottom storage container from the closet all by myself just for him, did I get him to move his books. Which, by the way, when he was packing them up, made it perfectly clear that he was packing the one he wanted to re-read the most at the very bottom. haha!

My next task: getting him to move his massive (but beautiful) grandfather's desk, so we could insert a crib. For now, he still thinks we'll have a baby nursery with a huge desk in it.

Also yesterday, don't worry that I skipped Thanksgiving and pulled out all of our Christmas decorations. It could wait no longer.

And don't you worry that I FINALLY got rid of our awful awful awful couches we've had from the beginning of marriage.

Okay, they weren't awful. There are a lot worse. They weren't even old. But they were green. 

GREEN! 

Mitch told me I wasn't allowed to buy new couches until we had a new house to put them in. After 1 and 1/2 years I won that battle. Victorious! 

Especially when accompanied by the phrase, "we won't have our very own house for like 10 YEARS!" And this is not exaggerating...it will seriously be a very very long time until we settle down somewhere to buy a house. 

He took mercy on me. Part II of my argument was that we could sell the ugly ones to help pay for new beautiful ones. That we did. And every time I walk into my living room now, I'm instantly happy.

And don't worry...even though I make him move his books and buy new couches, he still loves me. 

That is all that you, and I, don't have to worry about :)