Friday was a solo day as my wife sequestered herself to get some work done. I took my daughter to gymnastics class and headed home with my son. We took his glider bike out for a spin to the further park which was an adventure all by itself. I don’t think he has gone anywhere besides the park down the street before. He enjoyed exploring from bike seat, and I enjoyed walking at something like a normal pace.
When we got back, I knocked out one of the projects that I have been contemplating. I hung both kids’ bikes in the front porch that doesn’t have the width to store them. Currently, they are on the back porch which makes it hard to get them out quickly.
After quiet time and nap, my kids and I tackled more furniture moving in their bedroom. My wife and I made a plan the night before, and I enacted it with the kids. We moved both beds, the tent, and the boxes we had moved in. Then we brought up a table that had no place to go downstairs along with two chairs. Now they have a snack area in their bedroom for the early morning snack that is supposed to delay their need to wake their sleep deprived parents.
Very productive day moving things all around. I even listed some stuff on Craig’s List to move it out the door.
On Thursday, I drove to drop off my daughter to school. I don’t often do this, but with slush on the ground and a fairly persistent rain falling, it was just not nice walking-for-half-an-hour weather. It was also not nice outing weather, so I brought my son home. Both of us were soaked, and with a change of clothes and warmth of being inside feeling nice, I decided not to make a spontaneous plan to go out again until it was time to pick up my daughter from school.
I wanted to do a bit of arranging in the office because I am beginning to get my space settled. Usually when I go into the office, my son must follow me, and I get no work done. Thursday, was different. He played in the play room and only came in to check in on me once in a while. Of course the play carrot, banana, pizza cutter, and strawberry followed him wherever he went on his rambles through the house. Why those items I have no idea, but this play/work arrangement worked out well for me. I got the last package from Ikea opened and put together, stuff on some shelves, and some more open space created.
I don’t want to spend my days home not spending time with my son, but there are benefits to doing it now and then. I got some much needed house work done, and he also is beginning to learn how to play by himself safely and over a period of time. Both of those are important moving forward.
You know those puzzles with movable tiles, the ones with one missing piece that allows the others to slide around to complete the pattern or picture. We are engaged in a house-sized version of that. We are moving my office into my wife’s office, moving the playroom into what was my office, and turning the old and small playroom into a reading and relaxing space. That last one is not too well thought out, but I am sure it will become something.
A slim shelf for the former playroom.
I consolidated and moved my wife’s bookshelves to create room for my new desk.
My desk as I put it together
My desk standing on its own three feet
I am psyched that my new view is the garden rather than my neighbors’ falling-down house.
More to come as the project progresses.
But in the end, the rug was what I did not get. Instead I rented a van early in the morning on Saturday and rushed off to Ikea to take advantage of the tax free weekend. The plan was to furnish our new playroom and get a desk for me as my wife and I combine offices. I had a long list of items to pick up, and I got them all except the rug.
Because of my early arrival, I had a parking spot only two spaces from the loading area. When I departed the store several hours later, not only was the entire lot full, but cars snaked back along the road for over a mile. Those poor folks. Even when they arrived, many of the shelves were already bare where they had held pallets of furniture only that morning.
Now there are piles of boxes around our house, and somehow in the next few weeks these boxes will become unpacked, the furniture put together, the contents of at least three rooms will tango through the house, and rooms will be transformed. And, yes, we will get a rug.
My son has started climbing onto the sofa. It takes all of his effort to scale this formerly impossible edifice that everyone else could sit on with ease. He had to ask to get up. Now he is in control. After one fall from which there seems to be no negative repercussions and many jangled nerves on his parents’ part, he seems to be getting a handle on how to sit on the sofa without causing bodily harm. We have yet to see how this all plays out, but it is one more step in his independence, something he obviously relishes.
Wednesday we were supposed to go visit a friend and spend the day on the beach, but with violent storms forecast, we searched for another idea. The early morning and petulant children made thinking of anything original a challenge. The Museum of Science and the Aquarium were guaranteed to be swamped with camp groups and tourists avoiding the same storms.
Suddenly my wife was inspired and suggested a trip to IKEA. The long car ride would give my son a chance to get the nap he was flat out refusing to have, and we could do some window shopping for the new playroom we are planning. My office will become the playroom, and I’ll join my wife in her office. Our plan is to get this done this summer, and we might just make it. We sure took a big step forward with this trip, and our children got out of the house during what was, indeed, torrential thunderstorms.