Separating conjoined twins

So I've been thinking about this whole office/bedroom situation and about how we're slowly making the one big space into two separate spaces.

Here are exhibits A & B. The situation is interesting because everything is shared between the two rooms, much like how things are shared by conjoined twins. The process of dividing this room is sort of similar to separating conjoined twins in that we aren't doing it all at once, not because it would be a shock to the rooms, but rather because it would be a shock to our wallets. We put up a temporary wall as seen in the photos. It's not pretty, but it sorta does the job for now. Today we installed ceiling fans in each room. Now we've wanted to do that since we bought the house, but it hasn't been a huge priority. We chose to do it now so that we can take another step in the separation by allowing each room to have its own air circulation and light. The rooms are still on the same circuit, and one switch still controls both fans, but now we can leave the switch on and just use the fans to control the lights :) This also removes the need for the fan on the bucket since the air is being moved by proper means. Sorta. We are still pondering the next step in the great separation, but we're not in any hurry and it will happen whenever we randomly have the time and money to invest in it. Until then, I am going to enjoy sitting in my office in the mornings with the light off without fear that the light of the sun will suddenly shine down on me when the boys get up and flip the switch.  -Kellie-

Respecting your elders

During this last trimester of pregnancy, I've developed a whole new respect for old people. I find myself having more and more in common with them as the days go on. I'm telling myself that it's not that bad because unlike them, my life will start to go back to normal in soon. I hope. Here's what I'm talking about. I'm uncomfortable and that's only going to get worse before it gets better. I talk about how uncomfortable I am because it pretty much consumes most of my day. I can't bend over without feeling like I'm either going to suffocate or break something. I'm very thankful to the person who invented flip flops and slip on boots because I am so not wearing shoes with laces until after this is all over. I can't do the things I used to. Oh in my mind I can still leap tall buildings in a single bound, but here in reality land where there are physical limitations, not so much. This is wreaking havoc with my mind and self esteem. I was going to change a light bulb the other day, and actually did finally get the globe off and the bulb out, but then I was too exhausted to finish. Luckily Henry was home and I didn't have to sit in the dark. I got some ceiling fans for the office and boys' room. In my mind I can just put them up in nothing flat, but in reality I have to be happy with the fact that I sat in my little chair and put the little arms on the blades with a screwdriver so that they are ready when he gets home so that he can install them. This reminds me of those trivial tasks they give old people in nursing homes so that they can still feel productive. I'm telling myself that I got started and that I got busy and just didn't have the time to install them and when Henry comes home and really installs them I'm going to tell myself that he's just being sweet and helping me finish projects that I ran out of time to do. Actually, I'm probably going to try to take down the existing light because I refuse to believe that I'm that bad off  (I seem to be ignoring the whole thing about the light BULB!!) and I'll then be too exhausted to install the fan and I really will have to sit in the dark until he gets home. Boy am I glad there are two big windows in here. ;) I can't remember things either. I've always had to write things down because I have a very active mind that goes ten different directions at once, but I forget to even write things down now. It's sad!! :-P I actually overfilled a glass with water while standing in front of the fridge the other day, and just stood there continuing to pour thinking that someone really should turn the water off! Several seconds later I realized that I was the one who needed to stop the water and I then had to kick a towel around on the floor to clean up the water because as I said, I can't bend over. I also fear slipping on the floor and falling down. I used to run across hard floors in socks and purposely slide, but now the thought of doing that is like thinking about walking across the interstate. Are you crazy? You'll get killed! Or at least maimed! I actually thought the other night that I would lie in the tub while the shower was on and pretend that I was taking a hot bath. Problem 1. Getting down into the tub was not easy. I got most of the way down, but the rest was basically a controlled slide. Problem 2. I somehow managed to suction my back to the tub and it made it really hard to attempt what became... Problem 3. If I can't get out of the floor, what the crap made me think that I was going to get out of the tub? I was on my back, in the slippery tub, suctioned to the bottom, and it's not like there's alot of room to maneuver in there! I did finally manage to get up, but I seriously thought about yelling for Henry to help me. Talk about an insult to my self esteem. I will not be doing that again, I'll just stand in the shower from now on. If I wanna sit in there, I'll just take a 5 gal bucket and a towel and pretend that it's an elaborate shower seat. Hmm... that actually doesn't sound too bad... Hey Henry! Can you get me a bucket out of the shed?? :-P -Kellie-