Wednesday, August 04, 2004

In our household, I'm usually the one who handles the issues involving the house or our finances. I'm the one to call the cable company at 10 o'clock at night when the cable goes out. I'm the one to call the bank to try to get a better refinance rate. I'm the one to call and complain when the dryer breaks.

And for the last 4 weeks, I've been the one to complain to Home Depot about problems with our kitchen remodel. Yes, we're finally getting our kitchen redone. It's not a horrible kitchen, just 35 years old. It's time to get a face lift. So we're tearing out the old cabinets and replacing them with shiny new ones. Well, not shiny. We're not looking at some 80s black laquer job. Just a some nice white cabinets with brushed nickel knobs and granite countertops.

It's a big job. One that we started at the beginning of May. Two months later, they finally delivered our cabinets. But half the order was damaged. Needless to say we were a little annoyed. So I made the necessary calls to make sure the replacements ones were going to be delivered in a timely fashion. Two weeks later, they were, with one problem. We were missing an essential cabinet. Who knows where that mistake came from. Was it left off the replacement order? Did the cabinet manufacturer just not send it? Did it fall off the delivery truck? No one had an answer. They just said we'd get it in about 2-3 weeks. Unacceptable.

So I made some more calls and they said they'd deliver it this week. That we'd get a call from the delivery company who would deliver it Friday or Saturday. So today we did get that call from the delivery company, but they said we'd get the cabinet next week.

Blame it on my pregnancy hormones, but I lost it. I made more calls and everyone just seemed to blame it on someone else. My husband, who's usually a pretty calm guy, the guy who doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings stepped in. And it was a pretty amazing sight.

His voice dropped about 2 octaves deeper when he got on the phone with the manager of Home Depot. While he remained more calm than I ever would, he got his point across about our situation. He had this intimidating sound to his voice that sounded a little threatening, even though he never said anything of the sort. I liked it. It made me fall in love with him all over again!

I know that I'll continue to be the one who handles our household issues. But today, it was nice to see him take charge. While we still don't have anything resolved yet (they said they'd have to call us back after they investigated everything), I feel confident that his bold manner did more than my hysterical shrieking could do.

Sunday, August 01, 2004

There's something about shopping with a two-year-old that's very different from shopping with a friend or by yourself. For one thing, it's easier getting in and out of the car, and you don't have to worry about lugging extra bags of diapers or juice (although I guess that depends on who your friends are).

The other thing is you pretty much can anticipate what your friends are going to say about certain clothes or the routine of going shopping in general. With a two-year-old, you can never tell.

Today, I went shopping to get a new bra. I need one because, in case I haven't mentioned it (which of course I haven't because I haven't posted in forever), I'm having another baby. A boy, which I'm a little nervous about because I'm not quite sure how to handle boys. But everyone says they're easier than girls and that they love their mommas. I think my little girl is pretty easy and she loves me to the point that it makes me feel like crying sometimes, so we'll see how the new one turns out.

Anyway, so I needed a new bra to support my rapidly growing and changing figure. We went into the lingerie section, and little Boogie saw all of the bras and gasped and said, "Look at all the boobies!" I'm not sure how many people heard her, but I had to duck down to her level, as I laughed and said, "What did you say?" She looked confused by my laughter and just pointed at various bras and said, "Let's get this one."

Trying on a bra is a little disconcerting when you have a little one saying, "Can I open the door now?" No matter how many times I said, "Not yet," I had this horrifying vision of her rushing past me, flinging open the door, and me standing half-naked for all the world to see. Thankfully, that didn't happen ... today at least!

We finally found a bra that fit, and on the way out, I had to use the restroom. Another side-effect of my pregnancy and the rapidly growing baby who loves to sit on my bladder. We went into the handicapped stall because it's the only one that would fit her stroller, and as I sat down, I looked over at Boogie and whispered, "Hi." She whispered back, in that not so quiet whispering voice that kids have, "What are you doing?" "I'm going pee pee," I said. "Not poo poo?" she said. I laughed and said no. Then she said, "People can see your booty." I laughed again and said that I didn't think they could. I'm not sure how many people heard our conversation, but it definitely made me complete the process a little quicker.

All in all, we had a good day, getting a few books at the bookstore and buying some shoes. She's actually fun to go shopping with ... until the next time I have to buy bras.