True Story - Office Makeover Edition
The following is a true story based on actual events that lead to the makeover of my workspace. No names have been changed to protect the identities. Actually no names were even used. No persons or animals were harmed during the telling of this story. (Well, just me during the actual event itself.)
I’m a very lucky lady. I highly recommend a husband like mine to anyone that can find one. He’s a keeper. Our life is full of humor, adventure, and chaos. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
-10 am walking into the office I share with my gamer husband-
Me: -quietly, while caressing a bare, white wall, to husband who has on noise canceling gamer headphones- Can I just draw all over this wall?
Hubs:
Me:
Hubs: -looks at me with eyebrow raised-
Me: -raises eyebrow-
Hubs: Huh?
Me: Can I draw all over this wall?
Hubs: -with very little hesitation- um, sure.
Me: -nearly immediately, grabs a pencil and starts drawing-
-3 pm-
Me: Babe I gotta run to the store and get some paint.
-5 pm-
Me: -carrying in paint- I ordered pizza.
-7pm-
Me: -cooking myself stir fry, trying to be healthy, hubs walks into kitchen- Did you see how far I've gotten?
Hubs: No. -Shakes head-
Me: Are you scared?
Hubs: Yes. -nods-
...
Daughter: -from the other room- It's bright.
Chapter 2
-nearing 1230 last night-
Me: -singing along to Christina Aguilera's first cd, just painting along- 🎶 When you out your hands on meeeee 🎶
Hubs: -gets up, takes off headphones and stretches beg (and loud)- Well, I'm going to bed...
Me: Okay baby.
🎶 I feel sexxehhh 🎶
-paint paint-
Hubs: . . .
Me: 🎶 -paint paint-
Hubs: -leaves-
(note: “I’m going to bed usually means I have at least 20 minutes before he is actually, physically in the bed. Meds, contacts, checking on stuff etc. usually means I have ample warning before he actually starts trying to go to sleep.)
Me: 🎶🎶🎶 -paint paint- Just gonna finish the color part of this... -Stands back, looks, loads yellow paint-
🎶🎶🎶
Hubs: (I assume he’s doing his stuff at this point, he’s not in earshot, especially with music playing)
Me: -finishes all yellow centers except top-
Me: 🎶 -climbs onto step ladder, reaches for top yellow center, step ladder breaks, I fall, earth shakes, thunder roars, etc.-
Me: . . .
🎶Wish I had somebody, wish I was somebody's baby 🎶
Me: -slowly gets up like the old lady that I am, rolling to one side first, then bringing in my knee, looking for something to grab hold of to hoist myself to my feet-
🎶Wherever you go, I'll follow like a cool breeze on a summer day🎶
Me: -Picks up knocked over paint bottle, turns off music-
Hubs: -watches YouTube in bed obliviously, clearly he did not feel the earth shake the way I did-
Me: -walks to bedroom, flicks on light- I'm pretty sure my toe is broken.
Hubs: -flinches from light- Why? What did you do? I’ve been gone for like 2 minutes.
Me: -spoken at the same time as he was asking why- How are you already in bed? It's been like two minutes.
…Also, we need to buy a new stepladder.
Hubs:
Me:
-Puts foot on bed for him to inspect, though he’s still mostly blind from the sudden light-
Hubs: Can you wiggle it?
Me: -makes a super clumsy effort-
Hubs: … Okay, can you normally wiggle your toes? (Said with affection but also with the realization that I am not the most coordinated person in the world)
Me: I don't know. -Looks at the other foot on the floor, successfully wiggles other foots toes- Yes.
Hubs: Well, it doesn't even really matter because there's nothing you can do for it anyway. I think it’s time for bed.
Me: That's fair. And also true.
-Turns out the light and goes to bed-
Side note: You can view the flower wall on Instagram (@realjenbruce) or TikTok, where I often post videos of art, but more often just funny/weird stuff. My sole purpose for joining TikTok was to gain more followers than my teenager. It’s kind of a contest between us and she’s currently winning, so if you wouldn’t mind, just tap that follow button. @mrsjenbruce