This weekend went by so fast. There was a lot of cleaning during those 48+ hours. My old desk is now sitting by the curb, and there is more room to move in what used to be our dining room. I also said goodbye to my childhood desk from my bedroom and gave it back to my father. While he doesn't have a spot for it right this minute, I think he will be glad to use it when we find him a space.
To explain how jam packed we are in this house, I will describe to you how I got the end table from the living room to put our computer server on.
Me: Dad, could you come over here and stand next to me?
Dad: Sure, if I can get up!
With my arm out straight and index finger pointing, I guide his view between bed sheets, blankets, the previously mentioned desk, towels, and stacks of sheet music.
Me: Do you see the brown furniture upsidedown next to the harp?
Dad: You mean your end table?
Me: Yes! Can you get that for me?
Everything is a work in progress, and we'll all making strides, but it's slow. On the upside, these furniture adventures give me something to laugh about later. I think both Scott and my father were cursing me silently while taking my old desk outside. It weighed a TON!!!!
Also, I won another sticker on My Cool Contests (where I'm clickinggirl). This sticker says "Will work for video games" which doesn't really apply to me, but does apply to many people I know.
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I am glad you are making progress!!
The AC guy was here doing a furnace check at the same time and his jaw stayed dropped the whole time the man was here. I was in tears by the time it was only my father and myself still here. I told my father what one of my former employers told me "you don't help a man up by pushing him down" and that I was going to call another contractor my boyfriend had recommended.
Fighting through the shame and not using old coping behaviors like compulsively overeating has been hard for the last couple of hours but I'm past that. I did call the other contractor and gave him all the details about the bathroom, how bad it really is...his comment was that some people don't want to deal with the tough jobs but they've got to be done and he doesn't mind doing them. This is the one I think I'll go with. The state of my house, my physical and emotional health and my social relationships are all tied together and the last thing I need is someone who's going to moralize over my 'failings' while I am struggling so hard to put things right.
I loved the humor you put into this article and I hope you get your house in order to your satisfaction. I'm not to the point where I can laugh about this yet but I hope to get there someday.