My husband left last Sunday morning for a five day conference (Oracle) in San Francisco. Unbeknownst to him, a plot was long afoot to redo George's room entirely in his absence, so that both he and George could be surprised. My goal: Gentleman's Room, 100 Years Ago.
I kicked George out of his room as soon as my husband's car left the driveway, and my handy dandy teenager and I emptied the room.
Sunday night, aka before
Over the next five days I spent all hours not at work or asleep busily finding new and improved ways to hurt myself!
But ultimately, it was well worth it to see George's beaming joy and my husband's shocked amazement.