You know how you get an idea in your head and then it kind of nags at you over and over until you do it. I’m currently suffering from that very affliction right now over my kitchen chairs. I HATE my kitchen chairs.
They are beat to hell.
They need to be, at the very least, repainted.
Ideally they need to be replaced.
And yet, I cannot possibly act on this right now. Why not, you ask. Well, for the simple fact that if I were to do anything with them now, they would just get ruined all over again. Such is the life of the mom of the Moose. See, the vast majority of the problem is that they’ve been chewed on. Badly. By a certain puppy in his teething phase. Which yes, he has technically grown out of the teething, but not of the chewing. Not yet. I’m hoping soon. In the meantime, I wait. And suffer the fact of having to look at the damn things every day and think about how much I hate them.
I’m thinking once he hits a year, that might be the magic number at which I can safely replace the chairs and move on with my life. That’s not until December, mind you. So I’ve got a lot of waiting ahead of me. If only I could be the type of person who could just let this go. But I’m not. So I continue to obsess.