Goodbye to the Pirate Room

I've created a monster, a man-monster. It's true, you can teach an old dog new tricks...maybe. Bub has recently taken a job with a new oil field company and his "hitches" are in town...which means he's home ALL the time.  While this is fabulous, it also means that I don't get those two weeks of creating crazy crafting shit messes all over the house.  I guess I could try, but his OCD might take over and then we'd all be in trouble.  This also means that he doesn't think his two weeks at home are a vacation.  Yes, he used to spend half of the year thinking he was on vacation.

We've lived in our house for two years and we've started a couple small remodel projects that have never made it to fruition. (Read: our double shower was demolished and is a naked array of studs, just waiting for gorgeous new tile)  Tons of Fun, as I lovingly refer to my dear husband ,has been on a mission the last few weeks.  At first, I just laughed it off and figured his enthusiasm would die down. His first order of business was to install a ceiling fan above the dining room table to replace a light that I've despised since the day we moved in. Check.  He then moved onto a new ceiling fan in the bedroom to replace our beloved disco ball.  Yes, there was an operable disco ball in our bedroom, don't judge. 

I figure, after he completed those two things he will move onto the shower.  Nope, not a chance.  He moved onto the pirate room.  Pirate room, you say?  Yes, when we moved in, there was a fantastic mural on one wall that entailed a fishing boat, surfer (?), and a giant pirate ship.  It was fabulous and we loved it...but we don't have kids, so really are these guests enjoying the pirate ship?  Well, one couple might...they made a baby in the pirate room a few months ago.  :)

But I digress, back to the "work" - it seemed benign at first...he painted the room a gorgeous java color. I thought, "oh, look at this fabulous guest room".  Then, a few days ago, I came home early from work and discovered him playing MLB 2012 in the pirate room...it seemed that he had taken over the room.  I laughed at him and thought it was cute.  Fast forward a week...the room is still a lovely color, but there's a tv mounted on the wall, softball hats and photos litter every available surface, and I've now been informed that it's a man room.  He immediately posted on Facebook that he wanted to get rid of a king size bed (our guest bed) and has plans for a kick-ass man couch/sleeper.  In fact, they are probably ordered and he has a man date planned.  What the foxtrot did I get myself into?
At this point, I'm seriously worried.  What if he tries to go into my office or my shop and try to "organize".  His OCD organizing would mean a 10 yard dumpster would arrive in our driveway and all of my hoarding crafting/sewing/woodworking supplies would be tossed.  Or I may be back to square one and his butt will be planted on some crazy couch in the pirate man room.  Oh boy.