For starters, we're having a girl. Our name debate is focused.
And, upon instructions from my wife, private. Sorry. :)
I want to be laying around on the couch all day today. Instead, I'm running wires, disconnecting and reconnecting stereo equipment, stuff I believe I should only do if we were (1) moving or (2) selling off everything for drug money.
But my wife is nesting, her mother is the crowbar with which to exert extra leverage, and I'm merely a hapless sod who doesn't have much of an opinion on the layout. Don't touch my office, don't disconnect the internet. Those are my rules for living.
So the entertainment center's being moved a total of 4 feet, on the other side of a wall. I ventured knocking the wall down, but counter arguments such as "resale value" and "load bearing" and "you're an idiot" all came up.
I remember the heady optimism when we first moved into the house. "This is our house! We don't have a security deposit! Drill baby drill!" I dropped holes all along the edges of our dining room, behind furniture I assumed would be there forever. Turns out, you eventually want to sell the house, and people greet swiss-cheese holed hardwood floors with skepticism. Gorram pharisees if you ask me.
So run wire, no willy nilly drilly drilly, set up entertainment center in new room. That's all weekend I suspect.
Argh. I have so few days left without 24-7 vigilance protecting a child attempting to kill herself repeatedly with everything in our house.
It's just about enough to make a grown man cry.