Life on an Army post....

...means that sleep is never guaranteed. Especially, when soldiers are out in the field, setting off bombs and shooting M4's WAY beyond when they should be. In my opinion anyway.

So here it is, 1am... And I'm awake. Does that surprise you? I didn't think so. I haven't gotten near as much accomplished around here as I would have liked to. I HAVE done TONS of daydreaming and making lists of things I want to do... But the actual doing of these things has not happened. I think, about the only thing I have accomplished this week was making the crib skirt for the nursery. I didn't even take pictures of it. Oh well. I plan on making the crib bumper this weekend, so when I take pictures of that, you can see the crib skirt as well.

But the daydreams I have had, and the inspiration I have found from other blogs has been amazing. My whole house is going to be revamped before long... At least, that's the goal. I set my goals high because I am totally okay with failing.

That's not entirely true. I hate failing. But I like to have 27 things on my plate all at once. Keeps me going. After I finish the nursery, I plan on tackling the Beast's room. Living in on-post housing definitely poses a challenge. Anytime you leave to go somewhere else, you have to return the house to the way it was when you got it. Which, fine, I get it... Technically we are renting. Makes sense.

But DAMN it really limits the things I can do. Not for any reason other than, my husband will kill me if he has to put 16 layers of primer on a wall to cover up the paint color I HAD to have. Because lets face it. I'm not going to have any part in the primer-ing or puttying or anything else that has to be done before a PCS. Sure, I have no problem getting in there and getting my hands dirty when it's to make something look pretty. But I want no part in having to make it look ugly.

Anyway... back to the Beast. I got enough of the gray paint we used in the nursery to paint his room the same color, so eventually, it will get on the walls. I plan on doing his room in a Navy, Red and White theme. I know what your all thinking. How very patriotic of you, wife of a soldier. But really it has more to do with me loving the color scheme. And aside from the colors, there really probably won't be anything patriotic about it. Not that there's anything wrong with Patriotic themes... I'm just surrounded by all things America everyday... Patriotism comes in the form of dirty ACU's and constant dirt/sand from desert boots on my floors around here.

And here's the kicker. My husband is going to be so happy when finds out what I'm going to let him do. I very very rarely let my husband build stuff. Refinish, sure. Not build from scratch. Why, you may ask? The truth is, I don't completely trust him. I never tell him that, but he knows. It's the elephant in the room. But I'm going to let him build the Beast's bed. (OMG just typing that gave me indigestion!)) I have been scouring CraigsList and yard sales and thrift stores, and I just can find what I want for a price I'd be willing to spend. And yes, I know that building the bed can be pricey, but I'm willing to pay a little extra for something that I hope  know will be worth it in the long run. Plus, it's just going to be a platform bed, so it really can't be all that hard... And of course, I'll supervise.

All the other furniture for his room we should be able to find used. Can you believe the child doesn't have a dresser? Again, since we are in military housing, we battle with the constant problem of room size. Things have to be multi-purpose here so they don't take up a bunch of space. Since I'll be adding a dresser, I'm going to need to get rid of the bookshelf he has. Conveniently, his bookshelf is white and will match the nursery perfectly. Also, I will be able to get rid of his TV cart, as I'll be able to put the TV on the dresser.... I'll pause a moment so everyone can judge me. It's like, ever since SuperNanny said it was bad, no kid has a TV anymore! In my defense, he has it so I can get an extra 30 minutes of sleep in the morning. He wakes up, turns it on, and there's Nick Jr. OK so that shames me further, I know. But I'm not out to win any parenting awards so it's all good.

I can't wait to tackle the living areas of the house, but I feel like I should get my kids together first. Of course, the last room to be done will be the master. Not only because it's not much of a priority for me, but also because it's the one room in the house, that I just don't have a plan for yet.

One of these nights, while I'm awake listening to the sounds of fake battle, it will come to me. But it won't be tonight. Tonight is for Tums and a Nora Roberts novel... I'm just full of guilty pleasures.