And I have such a nice, nice surprise in store for Sleeping Beauty, aka Didgeridoo Boy. I've drafted a seven day ransacking reboot of this place, future guest room excluded, that I'm starting on as soon as I've recovered from my morning cardio. Oh, yes. Yes, yes, it is going to suck. I'm not even going to delude myself. And he is going to try to take over and put the whole process off until the last minute, at which point he will try to accomplish my entire plan in five minutes (he's admitted this is his pattern), but I am not going to have it. This is going to go down according to plan - I am in WIFE mode, and will not be coming out until some time after August, when the house is painted (starting in July) and the texture wall is in place, blissfully accented with just the right mini lights.
Wimping my way through this hasn't worked worth a damn, and has only resulted in this place more and more reflecting Didgeridoo Boy's preference for the "Candy Wrapper Nut Can Sonic Cup with Star Wars Accents" theme. I can't keep up with him doing things the way I am currently trying to do them. Cleaning up after myself is a big enough challenge - with him in the mix? Holy hell. So, what I'm about to embark upon can be likened to a very necessary controlled burn - I'm going to destroy pretty much everything so something good can come in its place, and to avoid the impending disaster that I can see taking form. It's the only way to go.
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