I'm blaming it on you, Mom

My life would be so much easier if I wasn't so picky. It's all mom's fault! Granite or Marble in the bathroom? A normal person would just pick one and go on with their life. Me? I care too much. I have to research each, review the thousands of color choices, and once I think I've made my decision, I change my mind. What if I want to repaint the bathroom in 5 years and my original choice doesn't look good anymore? What color towels can I have with the countertop color? I think about these things. It makes my life very stressful.

Top 10 things I'm stressing about:

10. We have to have the house leveled. Construction has stopped until we find someone to level it. The first guy we talked to can't get to it until February. WHAT? FEBRUARY?? Is there really a big demand for this?
9. Countertops in the masterbath, as mentioned above. I have nightmares about picking the wrong one.
8. Plumbing fixtures. Do I choose the Orleans series or the Botanical series? Did anyone know that there are 1.6 million different bath faucets to choose from? And I need to see all 1.6 million before I can make a decision.
7. Backsplash in the kitchen. Will wants one tile, I want another. Normally, we compromise and I get my way. But, I don't think it's going to happen on this one. I'm not dealing with defeat very well.
6. Railing on the new stairs. I am probably the ONLY person in the world that thinks about this more than just a few minutes. Does anyone notice the railing on stairs? Probably not. I do.
5. I've packed away my guestroom and I need to get something out of there. The only problem is that it's in the far corner of the room. It might take me hours to find this one little bag of grosgrain ribbon. And, the air conditioner is off. It's 127 degrees in there.
4. Will got to pick out the appliances. The range is 30 inches deep. Most professional ranges are 27 deep. Cabinets are 24 deep. If I have to have my kneecaps replaced before the age of 35, it's Will's fault.
3. Bathroom tile. These tile guys are getting away with murder. Can someone really quote me $25 per sq foot to install 22 cent tile around my tub? How can he live with himself?
2. My wood floors. If anyone messes them up, I might kill them. It won't be pretty.
1. Did I mention that we have to have the house leveled, and that there's no activity at my house until we get it done? The house leveler must not know that I'm living with my in-laws. The longer we wait, the longer I live there.

Demolition

Demolition began over the weekend, and the construction workers better be glad I was out of town! I'm sure there's nothing worse than a nervous and overly-picky client who thinks she can do a better job. Will and I went over Sunday night to check out the work. There's no turning back now!

Can I get an AMEN?!?

We have a permit!!! And, I think there is a construction worker at my house as we speak. He may just be sitting there, but at least he's on the premises. Now the big question is where do we put the dumpster? It's too big for the driveway and they aren't allowed in the street. Just curious....why wasn't this thought of 6 months ago? But, as Will says, "Not everyone is as smart as you are Mimi."

"Say a little prayer for me....forever, and ever....."

Now I'm going to have that song in my head all day. I need help. Make a wish, say a prayer, rub Buddha's belly...whatever you have to do. We STILL have not gotten the permit from the city of Georgetown to get started. It's way too early for me to get this mad!

Pooping in Luxury

According to my aunt Martha, the Toto toilet is the latest and greatest in technology. After seeing this, I might have to agree!!

http://www.cleanishappy.com/

If I have any money left over in my budget (does that EVER happen??), then I might consider investing in one of these. I'll be the most popular kid on the block. I'll be the talk of the town...the gossip on the school bus! All of the kids will want to come over and do their business in my toilet. "Have you been to the Burleson's to poop in their toilet? It warms your butt and then cleans it! Dude, that's sweet!"

Labor (Intensive) Day Weekend

Labor Day is for the birds. I'm going to rename the holiday Work Your Ass Off Weekend. Once a year, everyone should pack up their entire house and strategically fit everything they own into their guestroom. It's a lot of fun, I promise!