60 degrees outside yesterday… Opened up the windows and aired the place out.

In nervous preparation for the re-fi appraisal this coming week, I spent most of the day cleaning.

I hate the “appraisal” mindset. On any given day I can look around the house and love it… But when I’m in this headspace all I can see are the things that are wrong… The little bit of water damage on the ceiling by the fireplace. The bad patch job the previous owners did on the dining room wall.. The… (insert long list of nit pick crap here).

Kevin would emerge from the back from his heating pad to throw out suggestions about furniture placement, all of which would invariably make me nervous and defensive. While he’s a natural at business management, shockwave scripting and other very complicated tasks, – interior design is not one of his strong suits.

But…. It’s “OUR” house – and I don’t want to auto-poo-poo every thing that comes out of his mouth. He’s actually had awesome ideas we’ve implemented. (Like moving the master bedroom).

Chad’s more passive about houe-type decisions and I generally have to fish to get what he really thinks out of him.

I just have to keep reminding myself that even though I’ve got the entire house completely designed and done in my own head (all the way down to electrical outlet covers)…. Situations change and other solutions present themselves as time passes… When it’s all finally completely done – I want all three to feel like it was a communal effort.

That said…. “Kevin darling… We’ll be painting an accent wall “burgen-durple” over my dead body.”

Can’t blog about this – ya’ll will think I’m a neurotic control-queen.