We're finally remodeling the bathroom.
Weeks ago, the Husband and I pulled down the old wallpaper. Odd schedules and unexpected events have kept us from moving forward very quickly. We've been staring at ugly, worn 20-year-old orange peel textured paint since mid-August.
There's an empty space where the bathroom clock used to hang.
Every day (and several times each day) I look up at that spot to see what time it is. But there's no clock there. And I feel foolish.
When I mentioned it to him, the Husband admitted he did the same thing.
So tonight, I hung this:
I fully expect to be woken by the Husband's peals of laughter as he gets ready for work at 4am tomorrow.