Patriotic Mantle Update

I hate even calling this “decorating” for the 4th… all I did was go to the thrift store and drop about $10 on anything that appealed to me with the 4th of July theme and stick it on the mantle and change out the plants.

Notice how the blue pot on the plant that had gotten too big for its basket fits right in here.

Why the "Y"? Well, it was floating around and it fit the color scheme. What, that's not a good reason?

 

Still rockin' the bunnies out front... what's more traditional for July 4 than watermelon?

Mission:Impossible

Big Mister has been diligently working on fixing our dryer.  So far, he’s shelled out $10 for service manuals, $5 for parts, and $10 for tools.  I love the budget for this project, but we are still without a working dryer.  Maybe what he needs is a little help…

"I am going to turn this on..."

Explaining the concept of the multimeter...

 

Allow me to offer some advice...

Sharks

Morning around here usually goes like this:

Ian wakes up at “Oh dark thirty,” runs into our room, slams into the bed, jumps on us, screams at Daddy to WAKE UP IT’S UP TIME, then runs around like a demented maniac until it’s time to leave.  The decibel level approaches an aircraft hanger, the house is trashed in approximately 20 minutes from when his feet hit the floor, and someone will yell at someone before all is said and done. And then there are usually tears. And while Ian pats my arm and says, “but Mommy, it will be all right,” I can’t help but think, “there has to be a better way…”

Two days in a row we’ve had idyllic mornings where he listened, cleaned up after himself without being reminded, played quietly, gave me lots of nice hugs and kisses, and just generally performed above expectations.  I, personally, can’t help wondering if he’s ill in some way, but for a substantial cash donation I’m willing to have him lick your kid in case it’s catching.

Here’s a little sample for you:

Essential gear for reading Dr. Seuss

While getting dressed out of his shark jammies:

The shark says, “I’M HUNGRY!” and the fish say, “OH NO! You are NOT going to eat us.” and then the fish just SWIM AWAY because they do not like to be eaten.”

 

Lolling about after making the bed

In fact,Mommy is SO impressed by how wonderful the last two mornings have been, that she is doing everything in her power to make sure this feat is repeatable.  Ian helped me design this chart of his morning routine:

Going on the back of Ian's door as a record of how this is SUPPOSED to work

 

Not Roughing It Any More…

Our own little miracle

mostly.  I am well aware that half the world has no running water and 25% of the global population does not have access to clean water for drinking, bathing, and cooking… so it is with the proper awe due the miracle of hot and cold running water that I announce we have a new hot water heater.  And it’s hooked up.  And it’s working.  Thanks to my brother being willing to help us out even when he was clearly tired from a weekend trip.

Or, as Ian summed it up, “Uncle Tyler is Very Good, knows things, AND… he loves me.”

It wasn’t all bad… I have absolutely no ambition to be quite as self-sufficient as Granny Miller, although we do have some things in common- an aversion to debt and the slavery it puts you in, for instance- but I like to think I did rise to the challenge of several days with no dryer and no hot running water pretty well for a cranky pregnant woman who can’t drown her sorrows in cake.

For instance, I now know that about 2 inches of cold water in the bathtub plus a water-bath canner full of boiling water makes a bath so hot you have to add some more cold water before you get in.  Your mileage may vary.

Also, I figured out that if you have a top load washer, pouring same said canner full of boiling water into an already filled, waiting machine DOES allow you to do a warm water wash.

In the early hours of Saturday morning, when the power was out due to the water heater malfunction, I was able to figure out that a couple cold lights hanging from the shower curtain hooks make a dim but functional bathroom for morning tasks.

I haven’t yet found a good, permanent home for the five-line clothes drying system, but I’m working on it. Instead, the ad-hoc substitute for the dryer is two pop-up laundry racks parked under the ceiling fan. Except for an entire load of napkins and kitchen towels, which exceeded their capacity temporarily, they’re doing the job.

The biggest frustration for me right now is that I can’t just, say, muscle the dryer out from the wall, take it apart, fix it, and shove it back into place.  Which, if it’s fixable, I’d normally be quite delighted to do.  If someone watches my kid for me, that is.  In fact, if someone would hold this fetus for me, I’d be happy to do it RIGHT NOW. Or whenever the part arrives.  Whichever is sooner.

WHAM.

At the beginning of last week, the dryer quit drying.  The tumbler works, but it’s not heating up.  This is most likely due to the death of a $10 part buried so deeply in the bowels of the dryer we won’t have a dryer any more by the time we get to it.  You have to order this part- you can’t pick it up at the hardware store.  Fine.  We can make do with no dryer for a week, and we’re both plenty handy enough to replace one simple part even if it means disassembling most of the dryer to do it- although I, for one, can’t get close enough to the dryer to do so unless the fetus wants to take a hand in the job.  No worries.  This is an annoyance. Also, unbeknownst to us, the opening salvo.

Yesterday morning we woke up to the extra dark, extra quiet house that means… POWER’S OUT!  A few quick peeks out the windows revealed that only OUR power was out. There IS a dead tree branch over our power drop, maybe it went down. (Also, I know I’ve never mentioned it, but our electrical panel needs updating… the entire basement, including several major appliances, is on one circuit as far as we can tell.  The upstairs fairly regularly blows circuits as well. We’re getting used to it.)  We’ll investigate later. No problem, we’re prepared for this… we got a couple extra flashlights and a pack of emergency cold lights.  Fire ’em up, get dressed, and we’ll head out for breakfast since I must eat exactly on schedule.  Good thing eggs and toast is not exotic and can be ordered at your neighborhood diner.

Then, My Hero (also known, around here, as 007) went downstairs in the dark and before “up time” to discover that the problem was a couple of tripped circuits.  So the lights came on while I was taking my shower.  And promptly went back out again. So he turned them on again and was greeted with a fizzing pop and some smoke from… the water heater. So he shut off the circuit for the water heater. And called the repair firm whose information is featured on a label on said water heater.  They eventually arrived at 5 pm to charge us $150 to inform us that we need a new one.  Which they can install on Monday for approximately $1,000.  But they’ll take off $50 since we had a service call today. (At least we were able to eat breakfast at home, after all.)

While we were reviewing this information, 007 went to pick up the mail… and found a letter from the IRS requesting that we pay nearly $4,000 for about $40,000 of income he didn’t earn in 2009. This is due to some erroneous documents filed by Bearing Point, which was his employer before they got bought by Deloitte in 2009. The IRS recommend we pay the amount in full to avoid penalties and interest during the investigation period.  They would not, of course, pay us any interest for the use of our money during that time when they refunded it.

But wait! It gets better, because the most likely culprit for why the water heater is broken is… our shower leaking into the basement! It had been leaking before, but my father came and did some repairs that made it water tight… for a few months, apparently.  We have already investigated the cost to replace the shower pan.  Because it’s a non-standard size, we need a custom fabricated pan and enclosure, or a custom pan and tiled enclosure.  The custom fabricated pan: $600.  We HAD been thinking that the demolition of the old one, at least, would be no problem, because you should see me with a sledge- I got lots of opportunities in my last house to practice these skills.  The fetus, on the other hand, has yet to learn to use one, and, as mentioned previously, is between me and the work. Well, we do have two bathrooms on the main floor, and we can go back to making do with one. Not so much without hot water, but still…

Oh, did I mention My Hero is sick?  He woke up with a hacking cough and not much voice. The house is just kicking him when he’s already down.

So, to recap…

The hot water heater is out. The repair guy came down to $850 from his original estimate in addition to the $150 we already paid him.  (Yeah, we’re shopping around a bit.)  Well, you can do without a hot water heater for a couple days. Of course, ours takes with it the dishwasher, showers, and boiler heat.  We can boil water to hand wash dishes and for bathing, but let’s hope the weather doesn’t turn too nippy, okay? Because I don’t know how long our little supply of firewood will hold out.

The dryer is out, but you CAN line dry laundry.  Of course, that laundry will have been washed in cold water, since the water heater is out… no matter.  We have clean clothes on hand and can manage for a few days.  We’re looking at around $20 for part and shipping, unless it doesn’t work, in which case… new dryer.  I picked up a pop-up clothes dryer and a five-line laundry hanging system to tide us over.

The shower in our bathroom leaks and can’t be used.  $600 and a 4-6 week lead for the shower pan, a few hundred for the other materials, and some slave labor should sort that problem out in a jiffy. Or we just don’t use it for a while.

The IRS wants $4,000.  Never mind, we aren’t writing them a check just now.  The headache of dealing with the matter is another issue.

We still need to go car shopping, since my Guy Magnet will not hold Ian’s car seat and an infant seat at the same time unless you remove the front passenger seat. As a soon-to-be family of four, that presents a problem. I suppose we could solve that one by staying home a lot. Or we could opt for the lower investment of one of those multi-passenger bikes you see at the boardwalk and just pedal everywhere.  Ian would love being strapped to the handlebars, and I’m sure a bike trailer would carry the shopping home.

Yesterday was the day I’d set aside for starting my shopping for Ian’s summer clothes, the last few things we need for the baby’s room, and enough basic clothing items that no one need endure the sight of my naked body for the remainder of my pregnancy and post-partum period unless they are my health care provider. Because I’ve reached that, “oops, there’s some belly hanging out there” stage and I Do Not Like It.  I dropped $21.50 at the consignment sales and then went to Target, where I spent enough to make me dearly wish I could bury my head in a bucket of ice cream until the whole thing is over. I still have to hit a couple more consignment sales for Ian, because boys’ size 4T/5T is not that easy to come by. WHY, you ask? Because they’ve already destroyed everything, that’s why.  (Got any hand-me-downs for me? Thanks.)

Oh yeah, the fact that I can’t, for instance, just have a bowl of cereal for lunch the day before shopping day? Kind of hard on the grocery budget.  Because it turns out, as if you didn’t already know, that the more you go to the store the more you spend… and I have to go every time we run out of ANYTHING on my diet.

We still need to sort out the patio door situation in the basement playroom, but right now that’s so far down the list it almost didn’t rate a mention.

Have I mentioned I’m a stress eater? At this point, the sight of a cupcake makes me want to kick things.  Overheard here last night:

Me: I really want to have ice cream [with dinner], but the responsible thing to do is to have two slices of toast.

007: You know, there are moms out there doing crack right now.

Me: Yes, but they don’t plan to love their babies, and I do.

I had the toast. And my post dinner blood sugar reading was NORMAL. And I haven’t kicked anything… YET.

In short, we are two people who are thrifty by nature hit with a number of major expenses, not just in the same month, but in the same WEEK. We’re starting to feel like we’ve lost our minds. And we’re glad the week is over.

I am grateful that the house decided to have the house equivalent of a grand mahl seizure followed by multiple organ failure 8 weeks BEFORE my due date and not, say… while I’m in the hospital right after I have this baby.  Because now I have time to hold a yard sale on the front lawn to try and raise some cash. I’ll be the one with my belly hanging out over my pants, selling maternity clothes…

My love affair with paint continues!

I done told you that I love you, and there ain’t no more to say.  Just LOOK:

Basement Bathroom: Before

Basement Bathroom: During

PS: Thank you sweetie for getting started on this last night!

PPS: YES I am having an issue with some of the images on my blog.  My uploader apparently can’t handle images that are too big properly- so even though they’ve uploaded and they display just great in emails, sometimes they load on the page and… sometimes they don’t.  I plan to scale and replace them as my time allows, and I’m trying to get the upload problem fixed.  Sorry!

Playroom Upgrades: Installment #2

Does it seem like I’m getting a little frantic on The New Playroom? Well, I do have a deadline, and this is just one of the dominoes that needs to fall into place. We need to shift, both physically and mentally, some load to accommodate a new human being. That means, bring the planned playroom to fruition, create a separate space downstairs for hubby’s office, move hubby’s office out of our third bedroom, and, last but not least, set up the baby’s room. Whew, I’m tired just looking at that sentence.

As for The New Playroom, you may remember that last summer I had started paint swatching and deep cleaning with the intention of doing a major makeover in the basement before the snow flew. Clearly, that plan was derailed. Mainly by my first trimester, during which I felt well enough to do precisely NOTHING. Except, apparently, keep Ian alive. Hey, you live with a splitting headache for 12 weeks and see how you pull it off.

Which brings me to the latest “tick” on the list of “what must happen before this baby comes,” and that is that I have made over the second piece of basement furniture! Once again, paint covers a multitude of sins! I have completed the makeover on piece of furniture number 2 for The New Playroom. I’ve reached that point where a project in one part of your house means the REST of your house must be completely trashed for some reason no one fully understands, but hopefully we can get there before I lose my mind. We have 12 weeks (okay, technically, we have 12 weeks- probably actually 11 weeks total, with maybe five or six of them being weeks when I can actually do anything other than try not to hurt anyone because I’m so miserable in my enormous, pregnant body) to go!

Here’s today’s installment of the “Before and After.”

Freecycle Bookcase: Before!
Freecycle Bookcase: After!

Pulled it off!

At the start of this project (and, as you’ll see, during the rocky phase) I figured that this project would either succeed brilliantly or fail spectacularly.  We’ve decided that the verdict is that it’s a success.

I purchased this dresser ages ago at Goodwill in Wooster, OH for the grand sum of $10.  I promptly stripped it, and then, suffering from terminal indecision, never refinished it at all.  It had been sporting, in addition to its original blond finish, neon green and dark mud brown paint layers.  Someone had replaced the original hardware.  Judging by what they replaced it with, this is because the original pulls were not ugly enough.  The effect, with the dated brass hardware accessorizing a piece of furniture adorned by spots of neon green showing where the dark mud brown was damaged, was hideous.  Also, it was most likely the reason the dresser was only $10.

I’m truly, deeply sorry that I have neither a photo of the dresser in its original (to me) state, nor a photo of the look on my first husband’s face when I informed him he’d be helping me take that thing home.

What I do have are photos of how it has looked for the last seven years or so:

Archimedes and The Dresser.

The naked drawers with their original (to me) hardware.

This dresser has been hanging around unfinished for so long that it’s sustained some minor wear and tear, and I actually considered tossing it to the Freecycle wilderness and shopping for a replacement.  But I eventually decided that since it was a sturdy piece that I actually do like, as far as its bones go, I would finally refinish it to serve as toy storage in The New Playroom.  The New Playroom which, in case you were not aware, must be finished before this baby arrives or it will be another three years before I’m up to doing it.

Ian announced that he wanted the dresser to be “BLUE!” Blue is actually on the list of colors in the “color scheme” for the new playroom, so that was fine with me.  My original thought was that since I had stripped it, I’d use a tinted stain.  Well, I don’t know if the problem is that the dresser has been naked to the world and soaking up stuff for seven years, or if I didn’t do a proper job of the stripping so it would hold stain, or if I’m just massively unimpressed with the colored stain I bought, but it seems unlikely that I’ll attempt this again any time soon.  Because this is what I got:

Nice... not.

Did you happen to spot that there are extra holes for the drawer pulls?  Yeah, that’s how we knew the original hardware had been replaced.  The fact that someone drilled new holes and… never filled the old ones.  AWESOME!  I’m proud to be a part of this process.

So, having concluded that stain was not for me, I proceeded to the nearest Home Depot, where I shelled out a few extra dollars for the Behr paint plus primer.  I also grabbed some new hardware.  Here you have the result:

Under most circumstances, I’d find this color combo a bit strident, but I have two thoughts on this.  One, this is for a playroom for two small boys.  (Okay, one small boy and one soon-to-be small boy.)  Two, I’m pulling my colors from an “inspiration piece,” and if they’re good enough for Vincent VanGogh… well, I guess they’re good enough for me.

Stay tuned for more on The New Playroom.

A Little Thrifty Upgrade

When I got my new desk, I originally stole a lamp out of my bedroom to sit in the corner.  The desk was a very welcome Freecycle score, since my old one was literally falling to pieces; then I put a different, homeless lamp into the bedroom.  Although I like that other lamp and it is visually imposing, if I’m reading in bed I can’t reach the switch to turn it off.  So I’ve been on the prowl for a replacement lamp that would liberate my “stolen” one back to my bedside table.

Today at the thrift store they were having 50% off a lot of items.  This lamp did not have a shade, and this shade had a really ugly lamp.  Since they were on sale, I bought them both, donated back the ugly lamp, and here I am typing by the light of one really cute lamp.  And my bedroom can have its matching lamps back.  That’s $15.56 well spent, in my opinion.  Since Mommy cannot come home from the thrift store with nothing for Mister, Ian is loving the dump truck, too.

And if you are wondering about those darling little hats, they are not my work.  They are an early baby gift for which my dear friend Joan can expect a lovely thank you note.  And some day probably a really cute picture of a chubby face wearing them.