My staycation thus far has consisted of all kinds of awesomeness that I suspect the average person would consider dull.
A big chunk of my Monday was spent on house cleaning and some creative adventures that began with a Wal-Mart field trip with the Child (who is now local!). I came home with several bags of decorating paraphernalia and a pair of orange rubber boots (finally, my feet will be dry when I walk home… Unlike what happened the day I wrote this post). Patrick was shocked to see the heap of stuff when I fell through the door with it all.
He was even more shocked to see the end result when we got home.
I did a full re-do of the bathroom. I had this fabulous rainbow shower curtain that was getting disgusting beyond repair. We actually picked out more “grown-up” print for the curtain, which also better matches the tile in the bathroom. In other excitement, we got a new soap dispenser and toothbrush holder (that you can more easily clean).
I did not stop there… I then ironed my giant heap of ironing and our new orange curtains.
I then hung the curtains under the close supervision and “assistance” of Jeter (who did not get his afternoon nap for all the excitement).
I even made my own curtain ties with ribbon and snaps (for about $4.00… win). It is strangely simple, all you have to do is measure out the length of ribbon to the desired length to hold the curtains back and then sew a snap on to the inside, so it is easy to fasten on and off. I opted for long ends on the ribbon, so that it looks like a bow (almost).
I feel ridiculously accomplished. Especially because I am not always that crafty. I feel like homemade curtain ties are something that would be on Pinterest. And thus that makes me feel super crafty.
Top that off with cooking a nice peppercorn trout with rice supper and I felt like a regular housewife (I still need to clean out the fridge and oven… A mission for another day).
I was excited. Patrick was amazed at the transformation that my psycho redecorating took. And I have yet to partner with the Child on the bench re-covering.
I told Patrick that night that I kind of like the whole vacation thing in combination with the whole housewife thing. I contemplated quitting my job and just having babies. He reminded me that being a housewife is not a vacation, which I know very well. However, pretending to be a housewife is a part of my vacation because somedays I feel like medicine eats my life. And that I will get time off when I eventually have a baby. And that I am on vacation, so instead of scrubbing and rearranging the whole house, I might want to consider doing vacation things. But, it is a change from my norm. I swear, we did some vacation stuff too.
For instance, we went skating. And I wore hockey skates for the first time in my life and realized that I like them better because they fit my feet better. I resisted the urge to wear a helmet and fend off concussion (against my better judgement, but heck, I am on vacation, why not rebel?). I didn’t fall once and we both returned with all of our limbs intact. Plus, we burned sufficient calories that I justified a Beavertail dessert.
Love the vacation-y goodness!