What a relief

This is not in anyway husband bashing. On his worst day, Ryan is more productive than I. So, when we asked my parents to babysit Graham on last Saturday so that we could get somewhere on the house, I was a little surprised when he decided to work on the GARAGE the entire day. (no need to mention that I found the time to take a nap) But, come on! The garage?

He was busy, busy, busy. And at the end of the day, he proudly displayed the fact that the garage was ultra tidy, he had moved most of the boxes yet to be unpacked in to the laundry room. I imagine he assumes that if I trip over them doing laundry, I may get to unpacking a thing here and there. Silly, boy. After all of these years he should really know that I can avoid doing laundry almost indefinitely. Ryan's camoflauge is neatly hung inside our old armoir, his tools organized on the workbench, he even put a seagrass rug on the floor as a homey touch. (note: by the time I took this photo G had found his bin of toys)

But the eensy part of me that was slightly miffed at his choice of project in the midst of the many ways the inside of our home needed attention was completely diffused. Why? Because the conversation I was nervously anticipating, the one where he starts asking where I think we should display his deer head is no longer a threat. Isn't it beautiful?! there in our tidy garage. Hallelujah.