My husband officially finished up his last semester over the weekend. This is so exciting and such a weight off our shoulders that we now wander around the house aimlessly with too much time on our hands. Sadly, we're so worn out from the last semester that we lack the energy to do anything. Or maybe that's just me.
Last night, we decided we had been trapped in the house with our children too long. Typically when this happens, it means milkshakes all around at the Sonic three minutes from our house. Last night, we took a celebratory cruise to Sam's for gas followed by popping into a new furniture store to let our children climb on all their white couches. Our one year old also holed up under a giant banquet table and had to be dragged out. And then we all played tag in the dresser section. We did not, however, find any furniture.
My husband and I do not agree on decorating styles. Aside from the entire Pottery Barn catalogue anyway. Because we both agree we'd be okay living in a Pottery Barn catalogue. For example, we particularly love their bathrooms which appear to be large enough to host a 40 person dinner party. It should go without saying that you could not host any kind of party in our bathroom. Unless you are three. In which case all it takes to make a party is some bubble bath and a whisk.
We're back to complaining about our current furniture and trolling ebay for local pickup only deals. Which is fine because last week it produced a lovely six drawer dresser from Crate and Barrel. I had almost forgotten how willing I'd be to live in a Crate and Barrel catalogue until my husband brought it home. Local pickup only rules.