My devils, not his

So here it is, 11 pm and I can't sleep. I have to get up early for class tomorrow -yawn. Since I can't sleep anyway, I'll take this opportunity to clear a few things up.

Ron felt that his efforts went unrecognized and that I had implied he trashed the house while we were gone. I told him I would fix it. The implication, not the house!

Here's the true story...

I am a slob. A lazy slob. Which means I live in a messy house. There are 4 of us (well, let's include Bailey and make that 5 of us) making messes left and right. Every where you look, a mess created by me or one of my children (two-legged and four-legged!). While Ron may be Super Ron, he is only one Super Ron. It is absolutely impossible for one man, super or otherwise, to stand a chance at keeping the place cleaned up. I left for a month. I took 3 of the mess-makers with me, leaving only the small furry one here. After enjoying his share of vacation time, Ron was left with only 2 short , unencumbered weeks to work with. Well, not entirely unencumbered. He still had to go to work every day. But anyway... in those 2 weeks he moved the furniture. Vaccuumed the monstrous dust bunnies from under said furniture. Dusted. Generally picked things up. Changed the faucet in the kitchen (not an easy task - we had tried this before and given up). Made sure there were no dirty dishes or dirty laundry here to greet me on our return (we won't count the basket of pink clothes which was full when I left - he doesn't wear much pink!). He removed the wood stove (all alone, I might add - I did say he was Super Ron, did I not?). Sanded, spackled, primered (x2), and painted the TV room. Changed the switch covers. Put furniture and very heavy TV back into the room. A complete room makeover in just two weeks. Super Ron.

I did say that I did not like the new furniture arrangement in the bedroom. BUT, he dusted and vaccuumed up there - another big job. One that I had been meaning to do before I left but never got around to it. The story of my life...

I said that I live in a pigsty because, coming home with fresh eyes, and carrying the guilt inside of myself for being such a poor, disorganized housekeeper, I was able to see with glaring clarity all the messy, undone projects and places I had left behind. My own messes that I made or messes made by little monsters that I didn't get cleaned up (by my hands or theirs) before I left. I, in no way, meant to imply that Ron trashed the place while I was gone. I was merely bemoaning the fact that I have a lot of work ahead of me now that I am no longer living the easy life of vacation. These are my devils, not his. Super Ron did a fabulous job with the TV room and the other projects. It would probably take more than a year without us around to undo all we've done to the place.

So, let's recap...
Me - big messy lazy slob
Ron - Superhero

I feel bad for him sometimes, having to live in such rotten conditions, but I'm doing the best I can and I appreciate all that he does to help me out. I love him (yes, just as much as before) and I can only hope that he will always love me back.

And now, as Paul Harvey would say, you know the rest of the story.

Here's some visual evidence of Super Ron's hard work.

My new faucet

After a hiatus in the TV room, the southwestern couches have returned to the living room.

The new TV room, complements of the Super Ron makeover.

Another view of the TV room. The wood stove used to be where the TV is now.


The furry mess-maker! I think she is happy to have her cushy chair back to watch out the window. This spot has been one of her favorites forever.
(okay - I have 1 more picture to add but blogger is being flaky)