and where is my husband?
Ryan has been hard at work stripping the hellish wallpaper in our dining room. By himself. And not complaining.
Background: He doesn't do painting/decorating/wallpaper stripping type jobs. He's the guy knocking down walls, installing floors, building shelves etc etc.
Last night we went to work to attempt to get the dining room wallpaper stripped since we're hosting Thanksgiving dinner here in a few short weeks. I've stripped wallpaper in 4 other rooms of our house (5 if you count the playroom I started) and none of the other rooms were half as hard as this room. The vinyl layer of the wallpaper comes off in 1' x 1' little shreds.
Ry went to put Porter to bed last night and somehow bedtime took an hour. *cough* *cough* staller! *cough* *cough*. So I finally got sick of waiting for him and said "I'm done. I'm hiring someone and it'll be our anniversary present. I'm done." And I cleaned up my mess and went on to other projects in the house. Ryan, though, got back to work and worked on the dining room for a few more hours last night and has been working on it most of the day today. MOST OF THE DAY!!! I was helping him a bit earlier and jokingly said "Oh the only reason you're doing this is because I threatened to spend $$ to hire someone to strip the wallpaper and you'd rather buy new phones for our anniversary."
He says.... "Actually, nope. I want to make you happy. A happy wife makes a happy husband."
BWAH HAHA HAHA! Think the dude wants some ice cream?