FH arrives tomorrow morning. What this means to me is a day of heart fluttering anticipation tinged with anxiety about things being perfect for his arrival. He tends to be a bit more... manicured in his lifestyle. He likes a made bed, things put away neatly, no mess, no clutter... and I do not share this predilection, so I try to anticipate what he may see and disapprove of. Right now there is a lot. I have yet to unpack from the ski weekend, there are piles of laundry (clean, at least) to be put away, a huge mess from all the plants I bought & potted yesterday... (I am like a crack addict at the nursery), etc, etc. Once again, my mother to the rescue. She recently took over the cleaning ladies' light cleaning day and so will deal with most of it. I hate making a bed. Hate it. I love how it looks once it's done but the doing is loathsome to me. Laundry is my other nemesis, and when FH and I actually live together, we will have to sit down and have a talk about whether a shirt is really dirty after it's been worn for a few hours. The man piles up more laundry than anyone I know, including my 6 year old son, who I compare to Pig Pen from Peanuts due to his magnetism for dirt. Only C's laundry is actually dirty; FH's has just been worn. Am I weird to wear things more than once before washing them? Anyway... I have got to get myself an insulated coffee mug. Went for a fresh cup, already need to nuke it because it's cooled too much!
Ahhh!! I just remembered that I dreamt I found a flea and was panicking. In our last house we had a major infestation; the animals, the carpet-- nothing was working. It took switching medication for the pets (fleas are apparently becoming tolerant of the current ones) and having the house sprayed three times before getting it under control. If you have ever had your home sprayed for fleas, it is not an easy ordeal. First off, the house has to be empty of people and animals for four hours. What do you do with a dog, two cats and two guinea pigs for four hours?! Then, you have to vacuum every day for the next three days-- and throw away the bag each time. Seventh level of hell. So I am immediately giving the animals their meds for this month. Thank god it was only a dream.
The big excitement yesterday was the installation of my vertical succulent garden! Two years ago for my birthday, FH got me four vertical garden planter boxes. We had seen a huge vertical succulent garden at a restaurant and I was drooling over it. One of the best birthday presents ever-- check out www.floragrubbgardens.com -- but it meant filling the whole thing with tiny succulents. We're talking about sixteen square feet of plants. After several trips to farmers market, then finally hooking up with the wholesaler that provides them to the farmers market, then having to go back over and over because what seemed like it was going to be enough never was, then having to replace the ones that didn't make it or didn't look right-- all in all, dozens of hours of placing, planting, trimming, placing, plucking, tending and shaping... two years later, yesterday it was installed in the perfect spot down by the pool. I almost cried when I saw it up, after it had been such a labor of love for so long. I can't stop staring at it... here it is! The highlight of my day... ahhhh.....
Now, I have one more check to write, my nails are dry, I have guzzled my reheated coffee and the phone is synced. C is up and I am pretty sure he's actually cleaning his room right now! Oh, what the promise of playing on the phone during the 5 minute drive to school can accomplish!
My heart is fluttering at the thought of being with FH in 24 hours (well, literally 26. We actually do count)! It will be a glorious day!!!
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