Blogging Fail

I got home last night after spending, like, three hours at the doctor’s office and started typing up an awesome blog post about our big DIY project of the week. I was tired, but determined to knock it out. Then, about two-thirds of the way through, everything I had written spontaneously disappeared. I had a little pity party for myself right there on the living room sofa. I was much too tired and cranky to start over from the beginning. I’m hoping to re-write that post for you to read tomorrow. In the meantime, the only other interesting thing I have to talk about is this:

It seemed like we were in that ultrasound room for hours, but in reality it was only about fifteen minutes. I basically just sat there staring at the screen with my mouth open the whole time. According to the doc (who was running way behind schedule thanks to a delivery earlier in the day), baby is looking perfect and right on track. I love my doctor. Can you believe that I found out over the holidays that he actually delivered my BFF of 14 years way back in 1984? I asked him about it yesterday and he remembered her mom! And he said lots of things to assuage my fears that I’m bound to do something to scar this child for life before he/she even makes it out into the world. Nick and I left the office feeling so great that we decided to treat ourselves to dinner. Then I threw it up, because apparently that’s still happening.

Painting Progress

I got myself all pumped up writing last Friday’s post to get started painting the front room this weekend. Want to see how much I got done?

 

Impressive, no? I kid. The complete lack of progress is astounding. Not a single strip of tape on those walls. But do you know what I did get done? I negotiated with my sister for her long-time boyfriend (who dabbles as a handyman for hire in his spare time) to come over and do the cutting in for me. He’s charging about $75, which is soooo worth it because I can guarantee you that he will A) work way faster than me, and B) do a much better job. This is the same guy who installed our dishwasher, so if all goes well you can look forward to more jokes from my grandma in the comments about Cajuns not wearing any shoes.

And look what else I knocked off my to-do list:

I picked up a gallon of Olympic no-VOC paint (preferred for pregnant people) in a flat finish color-matched to Benjamin Moore’s Gray Mirage. It was about $20 at Lowe’s and I’m counting the moments until it gets slapped on those walls. Josh is supposed to come over to cut in after work one day this week and Nick and I will follow up with rolling the walls afterwards, maybe over the weekend. Since it’s flat paint we don’t have to worry about lap marks from cutting in one day and rolling another. The other big pro to flat paint is that it’s super easy to touch up, and since this room will also someday function as a playroom it’s nice to know that I’ll be able to just paint over any kid-related wall mishaps instead of trying to scrub it out. If you’d prefer to scrub, semi- and high-gloss paints are much more wipeable but you’ve got to be more careful about keeping a wet edge when painting. For some reason the whole science of avoiding lap marks overwhelms me so I just stick with flat.

I can’t wait to see this room in a new color! All three of the downstairs “bedrooms” in this house have the same pale yellow on the walls (I think it’s kind of a ubiquitous color in older homes, actually, as our old rental house had the same shade in the living room). While it’s a perfectly non-offensive, neutral choice it’s just not really our style and this is the first room we’ll be painting it out of. Next victim: the nursery, and someday we’ll get around to tackling the guest bedroom.

In other news, Nick and I are going to the doctor this afternoon for our very first ultrasound! We are both so excited. At our last appointment a month ago we heard the heart beat on a doppler which had me on cloud nine for a good three weeks or so, but lately I’ve been starting to get antsy again and I’m really looking forward to getting a good look at what’s going on in there. Hopefully we’ll be able to see a healthy little fist-sized baby-to-be bouncing around and this nervous mama will be able to rest assured that things are progressing swimmingly. Fingers crossed!

DIY Fabric Refresher

I have always described myself in the olfactory department as having been blessed with a stunted sense of smell. I spent the first twenty-six and a half years of my life blissfully unaware of all but the most offensive of stenches, and able to lazily soak in the scents of candles, perfumes, and flowers without ever feeling overwhelmed by their strength. Well, over the past few months this seems to have changed. Suddenly this former smoker is disgusted by the smell of cigarettes, my refrigerator disgusts me, and I’m convinced that my whole house reeks of cat urine. I need for my friend Lauren (cursed for life with a sensitive sniffer) to come to my house and tell me whether I’m imagining it, but unfortunately she lives in Atlanta so I’ve just got to suffer through Nick’s endless reassurances that he doesn’t smell anything.

I’ve been complaining for weeks that the living room, in particular, is hosting some undetected bit of cat urine. I can’t locate the source of the stench, and Nick thinks I’m making it all up. We had a few friends over to watch the LSU game last night (I just paused to rest my face in my hands after I wrote that…so sad) and guess where we would all be sitting? The living room! I panicked a few minutes before their arrival, convinced they’d all notice the smell and think we were gross cat people. No Febreeze in the house, no time to run to the store, what to do?

Ta-da! I made my own in about half a minute!

I always have this random spray bottle floating around the house. Usually it’s filled with water to spray at the cats when they’re acting naughty.

I have another spray bottle just like it that’s used exclusively for vinegar (and labeled quite nicely as such). Vinegar is pretty much my favorite thing to clean with. It’s cheap, nontoxic, and a natural disinfectant. I can spray it pretty much anywhere without fear of regretful repercussions.

For my fabric refresher, I gathered my empty spray bottle, the giant jug of vinegar I keep under the sink (to refill my little spray bottle with), and some fancy no-rinse lingerie wash that I have. I have to admit, I kind of scoffed at the lady at the fancy lingerie store trying to convince me that I needed a special lingerie wash. I was thinking to myself, “Lady, there is no way I’m going to hand wash my bras, and even if I do, I feel certain that I don’t need a certain soap to do it with.” Then my mother in law insisted on buying some for me and I’m so glad she did because the smell is just delightful. I find myself searching for small garments to hand-wash with it so that the lovely lavender scent can further infiltrate my wardrobe. My favorite part about it is that you don’t have to rinse it out, which made it perfect for this project.

I started by adding a bit of water to the bottom of my spray bottle.

Then I filled it up quite a bit more with the vinegar. Can you see the water line just where the bottle starts to curve in at the top?

And, lastly, I squeezed in a generous amount of the lavender soap. Generous is a good word to describe my action here, because this stuff is like gold to me. This is the biggest amount I’ve ever dispensed in one use. Usually it’s just a little bitty capful in a sink full of warm water.

I screwed the top on, gave it a good shake, and labeled it with a dry erase marker to prevent any cat-related mishaps (although the ingredients are so gentle I’m not sure it would do too much damage to spray it at them anyway).

Then I went and sprayed this stuff all over the living room, and the rest of the downstairs while I was at it. After the vinegar evaporated only the lavender scent remained, and although I can still detect a faint whiff of something mildly offensive in the living room the overall situation is vastly improved. I’m pretty sure this is my new favorite thing, ranking right up there with cottage cheese and three-day weekends.

If you don’t have any fancy no-rinse delightfully smelling lingerie wash lying around, I’ve read that you can make this stuff with fabric softener instead. Nick and I don’t really use fabric softener so this works for us, but even if you had to go buy a bottle of liquid fabric softener just for this purpose it would probably last through a million batches and be well worth the money. Just go to the laundry aisle and pick your favorite scent. Or get the free and clear stuff if that’s more your cup of tea. Either way, I’m pretty stoked to have stumbled upon this particular stroke of genius. It just may stop me from tearing my whole house apart to rid a stench that doesn’t exist.

A Christmas Cleanup Crisis

Nick and I finally got around to dealing with the post-Christmas chaos this weekend. We took down the tree, found forever homes for all of our gifts, and cleaned up Wrapocalypse 2011 (my nickname for what became of the guest room by the time every gift was tied up with care). Unfortunately, it wasn’t all rainbows and Christmas Miracles.

See that dark stain on the floor where the Christmas tree used to be?

Even though we had put a towel down under the tree stand, apparently enough water escaped during our clumsy watering attempts to soak through and damage the floor. This was one of those moments where your heart sinks down to your feet and you wonder why anyone ever allowed you to be a homeowner.

We haven’t even done anything about it yet, except try to avoid looking at it. I’ve done a bit of googling in  between bouts of self-pity and have some ideas, though. My goal is to avoid having to sand and re-finish that area, which is what most of the internet seems to preach as the best overall solution. One website said to place a towel over it and apply a dry iron, but I think that method is best put to use on less severe damage (water spots that appear white in color, such as from a drink set down without a coaster). The other option I’m considering is to apply a towel soaked in vinegar. Seems easy enough and carries little risk of making things worse. Many websites suggested the use of bleach or oxalic acid, but I’m really worried about causing more harm than good. Those will be last ditch efforts for me, if necessary. Part of me wants to just throw a little rug over the spot and pretend that it never happened. I know that’s not the mature and homeowner-y thing to do, though, so I’ll be putting on my big girl panties and dealing with it for better or worse. Any ideas or suggestions? Tell me we’re not the only ones this has ever happened to.

In less gut-wrenching news, my beloved alma mater is playing in the college football national championship game tonight! I am so freaking stoked, and Nick is just beside himself. He jumped out of bed this morning to put on his favorite LSU shirt and then reminded me to be sure to wear purple and gold to work today. I kind of feel like major milestones in my life are a good omen for LSU. I showed up my freshman year–LSU won a national championship for the first time since 1958. I finished undergrad and started grad school at LSU–they won another national title that year. And now I get knocked up and what do they do? Go and have a perfect season. Coincidence? I think not. I’m mostly kidding, of course. I know that the credit goes to the coaches and players, but no one can deny that college football is a big part of life here in Baton Rouge. Some of the swankier private schools are closed today because so many of their students will be attending the game. And I don’t even want to think about what Nick’s mood will be like for the next several days if things don’t go as we hope tonight. He actually lost sleep the other night because a highly recruited local high-school senior announced that he would be attending Alabama instead of LSU. We feel pretty confident about tonight’s game, though, especially since we’ve already beaten Alabama once this year. Anyway, I’m rambling. I hope you all had a restful weekend, that your Monday is cheerful, and that your floors are in pristine condition. Geaux Tigers!