Instead of posting, I wen to bed early to recuperate from Monday night, and instead of posting last night, I went to Little Rock and bought school supplies for Kendall who will be in Kindergarten, and drank 1.5 margaritas at On the Border. We didn’t get home until almost 10, Mr. Cheeks didn’t want to stay asleep and I was almost with The Deathly Hallows, so I went ahead and stayed up to finish it. Until 11:50. And then I was so pumped up from reading it that I had to calm down with some Janet Evanovitch. Until 12:10. And then Mr. Cheeks woke up again in the middle of the night.
(Seriously people, he is almost 18 months old, shouldn’t he sleep through the night on a regular basis? He wakes up almost every night. And I’m not talkin’ a little whimpering cry, this is a “OH, SHIT, SOMEBODY’S GONNA GET ME!!! MOMMA!! MOOOOMMMMAAAA!!” cry. He just gets himself more and more worked up, and he sure as hell isn’t falling asleep on his own in the evenings, he has to sit in my lap for 20 minutes to fall asleep. He’s in a toddler bed, so I can’t just plunk him in there and hope for the best, he’ll just climb out. He goes to sleep at daycare by himself and sleeps on a cot, but I have no idea how to duplicate this at home, nor do I know how to make him stay asleep. But I digress, back to my original excuses…)
So there are several things about the new house that I love. Some of them probably would not be your first choice of things to love in a house, but remember I have been living in a 1,100 sq ft shoebox for the past 5 years.
1. This plug.

I love this plug. It is in my bathroom, and even though it is on very ugly wallpaper that some moron tore up and left holes in (my dad is going to fix it for me by putting up some grass cloth wallpaper soon) it is actually IN THE BATHROOM, which I haven’t had in 5 years. For some insane reason the gay guys who redid our Birmingham house did not put an outlet in the bathroom. Not that it was big enough for you to actually raise your arm in, but still, I would have like to have dried my hair in the bathroom, with the door shut so as to suffocate myself not to disturb the rest of the household. What I think probably happened is that there was an outlet on the light fixture and in their “fixing up” they decided to put in a not from the 50’s light fixture that didn’t have the convenient outlet most normal people like to have in the bathroom. BUT I HAVE ONE NOW. And since it 40 hundred degrees here, I have to wash my darn hair every day now. And dry it.
2. This room.

As you can see, it is extremely messy. My nephews and Mr. Cheeks play in here a lot. And make a huge mess. But guess what? I can shut the door and the mess magically disappears! Not like Birmingham, where the mess is in the living room and the dogs eat the toys and you step on blocks when you go into Mr. Cheeks’ room. When the rest of our furniture is released from its house-selling duties, this will be an actual spare bedroom. But for now, it’s full of toys. And I love it.
3. This bathroom.
I know, I know, it’s yellow, but look at the cute fishies! And the cute towels with names on them! And I don’t have to share it! I have my own bathroom. My very own tub in which I don’t have to bathe with little squirty fish and rubber duckies. However I can’t take a bath in my tub at the moment because the drain is broken. We bought a new one, but when TP tried to take the old one out, the little cross piece at the bottom broke out so he can remove it until he gets a tiny hacksaw and saws it out. Which he will do next weekend.
4. The kitchen.
Here it is in all its guacamole glory (the walls are all textured and avacado colored. I crave Mexican food all too often now). Look at all these drawers! Yes, most of them are too small to put a whole lot in, but at the old house, I only had two drawers. One for silverware, and one for junk (like 374 beer bottle tops and the threat of cutting my finger off with a concealed pizza cutter). I can put dishtowels or foil or something in them. And there’s a garbage disposal! With a switch and everything! I haven’t had one of those in years, we have to scrape all our food in the garbage, and worse, carry that little strainer thing to the trashcan with little gross food stuff in it. And cabinets galore. There’s even this nifty little thing, which I suspect will be used by TP to lay all of his important (and I use that term very loosely, like, synonymous with “junk”) papers on it.
And leaving them there for months at a time until I yell at him that I’m throwing his stack of last year’s birthday cards, receipts from Chan Lee’s, and pool “8 on a break” patches in the trash unless he does something with them, which usually means he puts them on his dresser to for another 3 months, and I throw them away while he’s not there (not the patches though, we save those for when blue jean jackets come back in style and I can sew them on one for him). That’s true love right there, folks.
There’s also this nice backyard and a reasonable front yard, although it does have a bunch of crepe myrtles in it, and I hate crepe myrtles. All their little crepe-y flowers everywhere drifting all over your car and stuff. Stupid trees.
Anyway, that’s the house. We like it, and I’ll like it even more when the rest of my stuff gets in it, including my husband.