When the Man Comes Home

When the Man Comes Home

This week, Mike was supposed to be in Atlanta taking classes toward his doctorate. My plan for Sunday was to sleep in, read a little, practice a lot, and craft. Mike left at 8 a.m., and I settled in for coffee and a lazy day.

Around 9:30 I got a call. “I may be coming home…” Apparently, he lost his wallet. Fortunately, he stopped for coffee about 45 minutes from home, and realized he didn’t have any money, a driver’s license, or anything else. Besides stopping for gas and washing his car, he had also stopped at the office on the way out of town, so I offered to run over and see if his wallet was there.

I’m not sure why Mike took his wallet into the office, because he never does that. But there it was – under a pile of papers with listing information for a house. He didn’t need to take his wallet inside, and he definitely didn’t need to be checking on the listing. So I can only assume, since his steps are “ordered by the Lord,” that there was a reason for all of this.

I called to let him know I found it. He decided since it would be very late when he finally got to his motel that he’d just cancel the class and take it later. This was a mixed emotion kind of thing. I was thrilled that he’d be here all week, because I was already missing him. But I was kind of looking forward to a week with no cooking or any expectations except what I wanted to do. And I know he wanted to take that class. Still – we had a day to play!

My idea was to go to Trader Joe’s, because since he was going to be here for Amelia’s birthday dinner on Monday, we’d need more cauliflower pizza crusts. His idea was to move the house around. We’ve been talking about moving my craft room to the spare bedroom, and moving the exercise equipment from the garage and spare bedroom into the basement (where my craft room is). I was planning to do this the week Wes was on vacation. Mike decided to do it today.

Instead of being lazy on this beautiful Sunday, I moved 20 years worth of craft supplies from the basement to a bedroom. (You crafters know how much stuff that is!) I made about 98 trips up and down the stairs, and I now have about eight boxes of things to sell at our yard sale in October. I also filled five contractor trash bags with stuff that isn’t worth selling and I’ll never use. And I’m exhausted. I have a toddler coming at 7:30 a.m. tomorrow, company (ok, just kids and parents, but still company) at 5 p.m. , and I have to cook and set up for dinner. And my house looked like this.

You’re probably not seeing the full panic effect. There’s an entire exercise room in my living room. And our house was built in the 60’s or 70’s, so the living and dining rooms are one big room. That means the dining room – where I’ll be serving Amelia’s birthday dinner – has a rowing machine, big heavy medicine balls, a Spinner, yoga mats, a treadmill, big huge Swiss balls, and an ab machine lined up next to the table. And my craft room is a disorganized mess.

Why am I telling you all of this? Because I don’t want you to expect to see anything crafty from me for a few days. I’ll be posting, but it probably won’t be anything original. But when I get my lovely new room organized and neat, I’ll show you pictures. It will be lovely. Mike bought me a beautiful table and worked really hard to get it set up. He’s the best. I know it may have sounded like I was complaining, but I’m really not. After almost 35 years of marriage to this man, I’m kind of used to the spontaneous messes right before we’re supposed to host a dinner of some sort. And my parents and kids are all used to it as well, so it’s all good.

Monday, I’ll be baking a Keto Cheesecake or pound cake (I haven’t decided yet), cauliflower pizza crust pizzas, and more. By the end of Sunday, all the excercise stuff was downstairs and my craft room door is closed for the time being. Stay tuned for pictures of organized greatness!

Thanks for stopping by Stamping with Buffy. Have a wonderful day!



About buffycooper

Among other things, I am a musician who enjoys papercrafting (specifically with rubber stamps), a Stampin' Up!® demonstrator, Christian, wife and mom to two great boys.
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6 Responses to When the Man Comes Home

  1. Mom says:

    Buffy, you are my inspiration! Where you could have wasted energy whining and complaining, instead you are rejoicing and being thankful. Those emotions are the keys to success and inner peace. I am so looking forward to seeing your new craft room – you will do even more awesome tbings.
    You and Mike make every day an adventure!


  2. Jackie says:

    Tee Hee. I noticed that the cat doesn’t seem to be bothered by the furniture relocation!


    • buffycooper says:

      Oh, my! I didn’t even notice her there. She crawled into every bag (even trash bags), and was generally underfoot. I think she’s just trying not to get stepped on in the photo. (Or, she’s ready to work out so she’ll be even stronger and can take over the house.)


  3. Peggy Carper says:

    Wow I sure would of been stressed. I will be anxious to see your new room though. I do know how much craft supplies I moved here but it will be fun to set up in a new space!


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