(Actual footage of me celebrating moving the TV down to the basement and getting it out of my living room.)
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Over Memorial Day, our daughter and her cousin moved into their first apartment. There were so many things to be excited about…they are on their own, they have adult jobs now, they are doing their own laundry…
And in the Maloy house…we got our basement back!
Technically “back” isn’t the right word–we never really had it to begin with. When we bought our house, Heather was strategically located downstairs–mostly because it was either that or share a room with her brother, which neither of them was too keen on. This meant that the majority of the living was happening on our first floor, which is approximately 1000 square feet. I know–it’s not exactly a shack–but if your remember, our rental house was a colossal 2400 square feet, so we basically cut ourselves in half, and then some.
We loved having our daughter live at home with us…but now that she’s a grown-up with her own life and all…here is a little snippet of my sister-in-law and I having a quiet moment of reflection after we got the girls moved in.
Such an emotional time.
In our little house, we now have an actual living room that doesn’t have a TV in it, a family room that does (which Patrick keeps referring to as the “man cave”) and for the first time ever…this sister has her very own office!
I couldn’t get Dan moved downstairs fast enough, people. After three days of painting and some creative rearranging of furniture, because I gave myself a strict $75 budget for this little venture and I made up my mind to use what I had…I give you…my space!
I used Benjamin Moore’s “Swiss Coffee” on the walls. Our carpet is actually gray, but when it’s near anything with a beige or brown tint to it, it leans toward the brown side. Pretty much everything in here was donated (that fabulous little desk), inherited (the sewing table, the cake stand) or bought really really cheap (all three chairs, the rug, and the dachshund). The gold dots on the wall are mailing labels from Amazon. Here’s a little tip–you can buy the “decorating” labels for $19.99 for 100 of them, or you can buy these for $7.99/400 and use an Amazon gift card so they are free.
I’m not finished yet–I need to figure out the window. It’s on the second floor, and we don’t have close neighbors, so it’s really an aesthetics thing rather than a privacy thing. The walls are also a little bare, but I’ve got nothin’ but time.
In other news…
We had to do a grown-up thing today. Dan has been trying to prepare me for said thing for about six months (no exaggeration) because as he well knows if you just spring things on me I end up having to be anesthetized.
Here’s the thing about anxiety. It’s kind of like that annoying little brother then hides under the bed and jumps out at you when you’re putting your pajamas on. The anxiety and I had quite the time this morning. First, we hoped that Dan would forget about the grown-up thing and go cut the grass, but since Tropical Storm Cindy (the actual storm–not the one he’s married to) is dumping rain all over us today in Indiana, lawn maintenance is not an option.
Once the anxiety and I realized that we did, in fact, have to go do the grown-up thing, then we stressed about what to wear. Which is amusing mostly because it’s raining cats and dogs today and no matter what I wore, I was going to end up soaked anyway. So I went for my old standby–somewhere between “homeless” and “just cleaned the garage.” I did do something about my hair and put on makeup because there are just some things that the general public shouldn’t be exposed to.
Have I mentioned what the grown-up thing was?
We had to go open a checking account at a new bank.
That’s it. That’s the thing that has had me in a tizzy for six months. The thing that kept me awake last night. The thing that had me questioning my fashion choices in Westfield, Indiana on a soggy Friday morning.
Theoretically, it makes sense. We’ve been with Wells Fargo (a fine institution that has unfortunately been taking its life cues from 2007 Britney Spears lately) since 2002. We started with them because HCJB asked all of their people to have accounts there so they could deposit our paycheck every month. We stayed with them because…well, I don’t really know why we stayed with them. There are no branches closer than 50 miles away. There are no ATMs. Really–there are no good reasons to stay with them. Except that doing so meant not having to do the grown-up thing.
There I sat, in our guy Scott’s office, looking like I was dressed for a rousing afternoon of spreading mulch (which in itself is hilarious, because actual outdoor work isn’t my thing) and trying to tell the anxiety to take a hike, because no matter how hard it bugged me I wasn’t putting it on the checking account.
Once Dan figured out that the anxiety had the best of me (again), he tried to reason me down off the ceiling (which has never once, in the history of ever, been effective) and ask me rational questions. He said “I don’t understand. What did you think they were going to do?”
Well, let’s see.
- Not let us open a checking account.
- Escort us from the building for even asking.
- Laugh hysterically and tell us that no bank would ever let us open a checking account.
As I’m listing these off to my husband, he’s sitting there with a completely baffled look on his face. He finally gathered his wits and said “Um. They gave us a MORTGAGE. Do you really think they wouldn’t let us open a stupid checking account?”
Once again, I rendered him speechless. In other news…we opened a checking account today. Just like thousands of other people across the country. I’ll be mine was way more exciting though.