So hey! Let's tear the shit out of the house.
And tomorrow a plumber is coming to tell me how much it will cost to completely fuck up the guest bathroom. Impeccable timing! We has it!
(We also has a LOT of holes in the ceiling, suddenly. That's at least two more than I bargained for right there.)
But! Properly centered light fixtures, new wall outlets, a motion-sensing lamp for the backyard and a ceiling fan that you can actually control using the WALL SWITCH instead of the SWITCH THAT IS BEHIND THE INSULATION UPSTAIRS IN THE ATTIC AND I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING ABOUT THAT are all essential things that you MUST have before they let you bring a baby home. Which we will be doing. Next week. At some point. After he is born. In eight days. Oh my God.
He has a name, finally, at least. I SUPPOSE that's almost as important as wall outlets. MAYBE.