So, in January while my Trucker was on the road I decided to surprise him with a Master bedroom make over.
Casualty.....My favorite hurricane lamp... Oh, well. Life goes on. :-) |
He was gone for exactly 1 month and in that time I:
-gutted the Master Bedroom,
changed the paint color,
touched up the ceiling paint,
painted the baseboards,
painted our door and trim for the first time since it was installed 4 years ago,
painted my pocket door to my Master Bath, refinished our armoire,
My little ones kept busy building forts and doing school in them. |
painted a night stand dresser and small bookshelf,
created a new headboard for our bed out of fence railing,
re-painted the bathroom,
hung a toilet paper holder,
hung a new towel rack,
set up a new baby crib for our little one who has been sleeping in a pack'n play or with us in our bed for her first year.
The Crib was a birthday present from my parents who know how badly I have wanted one and Oh, we hung a new mirror (a Ross find again with my mom) that was the finishing touch to make our new room beautiful.
It was a labor of love. This make-over was infectious, had he been gone any longer, the whole house would have undergone a transformation. My high hopes for blessing him spilled out into the hallway and then into the guest bathroom where it has stalled. He ended up coming home much sooner than I had expected!
To my great Joy!!!
However, the night before his arrival I felt like I had signed up for "Trading Spaces" the old TLC show where Ty Pennington got his start. I was up until 5 am putting the final coats of finish on the dressers outside and cleaning up the room for the 'Big Reveal'.
I am sure he was so happy to just be sleeping in his own real bed again after a month on the road in a Sleeper berth.
I remember asking myself while he was gone why I hadn't blessed him in this way before while he was here.
I am sure there are so many reasons.
Distractions, priority shifts, and just the day to day struggle to get the basics done.
I know that sleeping on an unmade bed in the middle of a freezing cold empty room, with plastic on half of it with painting supplies and tools on the other side wouldn't have gone over very well, especially for as long as I lived with it while working on this project. It made me want to do more though. I have so many little jobs that I keep putting off.
They really aren't that big in and of themselves but they seem Big. I am excited to chip away at all I have left undone due to this experience but I am much further along than I was before he left.
And now that he is home I am just Happier.