Today has been one of the most stress filled days since this all started. I was stressed out and had to put my laundry away before Dawn got upset with me having her sleep in her own bed last night so I could put my clothes away (which was supposed to be done last night). It has been done. They were put away, organized, and I pulled out some I don't wear anymore as well (and some shoes).
Then I slept for 2 more hours until my mom woke me up because she was stuck at the other house and was hungry. She had food, but I went over anyway so she could get a soda. I needed to be awake at that time so I could go price mattresses. She saved me money by giving me bins so I didn't have to buy more. Then I went to price mattresses and ended up buying a set for Dawn.
Then I had to take her old bed apart and get it out of her room because it was supposed to be picked up by the chick buying it, but her truck flaked, so I ended up driving two counties over to bring it to her. Because it was already in pieces. And I had it stored in the back of my truck anyway. By the time I got it apart, Dawn came home and was able to finish clearing out her room. Even getting her big old desk out in one piece so it can be resold. And we got her new bed set up. Another trip to the same store got us bed frames. So she's got a big girl bed now. And it only took 26 years.
And then stress broke out into a screaming match and Dawn and I went to Target to get necessities (hangers, extension cords, Dawn actually needed more tubs, and got two for under the bed, which I should get for mine...etc). Hopefully tomorrow will be better. There's hardly any room in our living room for living that we need to clear some stuff out. I'm hoping to make it to the second hand shop to rid our living room of the desk at least (Dawn needs something smaller since she graduated from a twin to a full).
I bought new sheets because I couldn't find/get to my other clean set. They're bright orange.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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