We are updating our cubby. Plans are afoot, and dreams are being dreamt. Have a look at tinyhouse. It’s a site that tcmullinax, a reader, shared with us. It’s dedicated to tiny houses much like our cubby, that people live in full time. Some of the house are not much bigger than my en-suite! I couldn’t do it. I love my space. But the boys are now dreaming about a cubby house they can live in. I squashed those dreams pretty fast… again. This is not the first time it has been mentioned, but now they have photo evidence that it could happen. One said that when he grows up he’s going to convert the cubby to a house, and live beside me forever. Oh, I love that Mammy’s Boy. Well, our soon to be grown-child-house, will have to make do as a Lego Cubby till then.
Cleaned out, and ready for IrishDev to do his magic.
First to decide on the paint color. I gave the boys free range. “Pick any color you want,” I said, “as long as it’s the same color as the left over paint in the garage.” Easy.
See those round cutouts in the wall? They were part of the boys’ original cubby plans. They use them to fire their water guns out at mums who are gardening, and dogs that are …confused. Oh, those nasty kids have gotten me too many times to mention. Maybe I will fill in those holes.
IrishDev spent a couple of days painting, then he got to the floor. We decided on some light color lino. Easy to clean, and cheap. IrishDev measured the floor so he could cut the lino to the exact shape of the cubby. He is a man who only needs to measure once, sure of his abilities, a real DIYer…. NOT!
I called out, “Are you SURE that is the correct size, looks kind of small to me.” I’m helpful like that. ‘Hmm’, he thought, ‘Did I measure it correctly??’
After a lot of pondering, and telling me not so nicely to go away or do it myself, he decided his calculations were correct. He just measured the cubby an extra couple of times to be sure. Myself and the boys sat and watched from the comfort of our sunloungers. I love to watch my man working. I love it even more when I am sitting on my ass, helping with handy hints, advice and comments. He loves it too. Really, he does. I’m sure!
While he fitted the lino, and finished up the painting, it dawned on me that maybe I had picked the harder job; Lego sorting.
Now after a few days of sorting, I know that manual labour is easy-peasy in comparison to sorting 1000s of tiny pieces of the plastic stuff. This is not a few hours worth of work. This could take an eternity!
Titan has already given up. Loser!
So the mess has moved from the cubby to our front room. Silly Mammy. The good news is that if any burglars attempt to break in, our defences are in place.