Brushing my teeth in our current one-person capacity bathroom, I stare adoringly at Pete as he paces back and forth in front of the doorway mumbling to himself something along the lines of "Why can't we close early? Do you think they're taking a long time on purpose? If we could get in only one day early then that offsets the demo schedule and gives us more time to ..." At that point I close the bathroom door.
We both have our quirks, though. He's anxious to get started on the renovations. I spend countless hours online pretending to buy fixtures. Here's a pretty normal Facebook chat conversation:
ME: I hope you don't mind gaudy, because I'm so buying a chandelier for the downstairs living room
PETE: I think the ceilings are too low, no?
ME: What's the height?
PETE: I don't know
PETE: We never measured
PETE: What about the parlor living room?
ME: No, I want to be classy upstairs ... maybe something from School House Electric up there? A modern interpretation?
PETE: Umm, I'll follow your lead on that
ME: You don't like chandeliers?
PETE: I think I do ... I don't know? Maybe we should see what our budget is after we redo the kitchen and bathrooms?
ME: I'd like to do brass fixtures in the upstairs bathroom ... not polished tho. I'm not that gaudy.
PETE: I don't like plastic
I don't even know what "I don't like plastic" means, but he keeps saying it. Every time he does I picture filling our new home with Fisher-Price furniture and tiny plastic hot dogs. Regardless, now take that conversation and apply it to any small upgrade. Yup, we're driving ourselves nuts.
So until next week I'm just going to have this clip on a continuous loop playing in my mind: