When The Cat’s Away – Day 1: Carb-Load Spectacular

Bee is gone for the week. I miss him when he’s gone; it’s always hard to sleep alone now. However, I’m also excited that he’s gone: it’s nice to do whatever I want without someone breathing down my neck . . . not that I can really do that, since Bee had the gall to leave Mr. C. Besides missing Bee and not missing him at all, I’m also irritated with him: he ran off without stocking the freezer with casseroles and other easy meals. I mean, he actually expects me to cook dinner all week?

Here’s the nutritious concoction I put together for Mr. C and me today:

Pizza and Breadsticks.  Yes, that's the ultra-educational "The Little Mermaid" on in the background.

Hey, it’s got dairy and vegetables, right? So kill me. Actually, allow me to kill myself: there’s something about Papa John’s pizza that just sends me into a carb-loading frenzy. Hence why I wasn’t content to just get a pizza, and had to also gorge myself on an entire order of breadsticks. I showed amazing self-restraint, though, if I may say so myself: note how I only ordered a small sausage pizza. And I managed to not bite off Mr. C’s arm each time he reached for another slice or stick. And we actually left two slices of pizza and two breadsticks for dinner. And I let Mr. C eat most of that: I had some squash instead.

Oh-hoh! Don’t be thinking I was actually being healthy for dinner! It was totally cancelled out by what we had for our afternoon snack:

Oddly enough, it took Mr. C about 2 hours to finish his.  Most of it ended up around his mouth instead of in it.

And here’s what we had for dessert:

I do not show you how much I've eaten simply because the night isn't over yet.

I’m not sick yet, but check in with me tomorrow. And I hate to see what Mr. C’s diaper’s going to look like in the morning.

To counteract my gluttony this week, I have a plan for redemption. Hopefully it will not also be my downfall:

When we were first living together, I would do some form of remodel each time Bee went out of town. I loved doing it: it was like a little gift to surprise him upon his return and show how much I cared. And, truth be told, sometimes it’s just easier to do a project the way you want it, whilst your significant other is otherwise engaged and can’t slow you down with . . . umm . . . input.

This is how I de-wallpapered and re-painted our bedroom, updated our dining nook, and turned his junk room (well, one of them) into a guest bedroom. My parents even came over one weekend while Bee was gone and helped lay molding around the house.

Bee hasn’t gone out of town as much over the last few years, and – any time he has – I’ve been too wrapped up with Mr. C to attempt any home improvement. But that ends this week! My attempted project is a small update to our bathroom:

When we built the tub about five years ago, we thought it would be a brilliant idea to keep the tiles at the back lower than the tub itself. For some reason, we were convinced we were going to perch on that back shelf during our showers or baths. I’m not sure why. As you probably guessed, we’ve never done that: there’s something about sitting, butt- (and other unmentionables-)naked on cold tile that just seems . . . unappealing. Not to mention unsanitary.

Instead, that little tiled area just collects stagnant water and mold. It is time to fix that. So my project for the week is to build up that area, remove all the moldy silicone from around the tub, and re-caulk.

Moldy caulk

Here’s what I did in a few hours today:

The moldy silicone is gone, too!

I’ve also cut out the Hardibacker strips and the 2x4 I need, and I’m in the process of waterproofing the board.

Tomorrow’s job: lay the 2x4, lay the Hardibacker, and lay the tile.

And figure out dinner.