Going through old stuff and found a diary post about my chicken. Yes, when I was 9 my best friend was a chicken and I loved her so much. I 100% WILL share my life with another chicken one day. They are really more awesome than people give them credit for. 💕
Tired Shaun and our last remaining pair of matching cats. Shaun's been trying to repair / install a doorbell today. That entailed his *favorite* thing: going into the attic. I've been helping him and cleaning today; nothing too interesting or stressful.
I can't really express how grateful I am to share my life with someone who cares about our home as much as I do. I can't say that we're always perfectly in sync because that's just not possible or realistic. There are days I work hard and he rests and vice versa. I think those kinds of days are conflict-causing for a lot of partners, but he works hard and if he needs some down time - he gets it. His well-being is more important than any chore. Same goes for me. But damn, when we're both working hard on the same project that is so powerful. It feels good. 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻😍😍😍
I rested today. My body has been tired and sore for at least the last 3 days. I tried to rest yesterday but we ended up moving and assembling couches. 😂 I think I'm going to treat myself and do my nails and then call it a night. Maybe I'll finally be ready to do more stuff tomorrow. I already feel better than I did, thank goodness. 😊
Tfw 4 cats, 2 dogs, and your husbang are snoozing on the couch and you're not sleepy but you don't want to be left out. 😍😂😂😂
New couch. Already in covers because that's life with animals. We'll get matching sheets soon, but this works. Pardon the messiness, but we've been so busy with the move.
I love that Booka claimed the lounge. Smallest boy gets the biggest chair. 😂😂😂 We have recliners with seats wide enough that Shaun and I can sit in one together - or not.
We took the rest of our old sectional to the kids today and it looks great in their apartment. Fits perfectly. Life here with only that piece left was not too harmonious. All of the animals wanted to sit with me and Shaun but they couldn't all fit so that was causing some cranky, sad animals. This is better.
I'm hoping after one more day working at the old house I'll be done. I'm so ready. I'm tired down in my bones. I'm off to rest. I think I've earned it. Goodnight, friends!
I think the last few weeks of moving / cleaning / purging stuff has finally caught up to me. I'm just floppy dead - even though I slept all night. I got word that we're getting our reclining couch today and I'm happy, but I also don't want to move to go get it. Maybe a quick nap with my dogs will do me some good.
Today was a little rough. The theme seems to have been "Well, that could have been a lot worse."
Mom borrowed a truck and helped me move more stuff from the kids' house. We made 4 trips to the thrift store meaning we loaded and unloaded the truck that many times. Then we loaded up a giant chair the kids wanted from Shaun. Thankfully, he had just gotten off work and was able to help with that. Then we all 3 loaded up the truck one final time with things for mom to take home. It was exhausting.
While we were at the house we saw my soon-to-be ex-neighbor. She and her nephew bummed cigarettes from mom. She asked to have one of the things we were going to donate. I let her have it, half - expecting for her to try to "shop" from the back of the truck all day. It definitely could have gone that way, but thankfully it didn't.
I learned that she still lives there and is "fighting to keep her house." She said that the tornado that came through recently is responsible for my fence being down, but I have photos proving otherwise. I really don't care at this point. I asked her what was up with all of the stuff outside and she said that her new boyfriend is "a little messy." She said they go dumpster diving and she wants to open a thrift store in her yard because "how else is she going to make money?"
After all of the work was done Shaun and I were in a small car accident. We are fine, but my little Cube is not. She's at the car surgeon getting her face done because it was ripped off. I was in the median of 431 trying to turn into the left lane. A car was coming in the right lane; I saw it. We touched anyway. I honestly couldn't tell you if I pulled out too wide (which I feel doesn't make sense because I saw them) or if they decided to switch lanes / swerve over at the worst possible moment, but I took the brunt of the damage. They ended up with a long scrape and a dent. No one was hurt, thankfully, so that definitely could have gone a lot worse.
Other than that our place is a cluttered mess and it's getting to me. I've been going through stuff from the kids' house and garage and trying to decide what to keep, donate, or trash. I've brought several totes of stuff home and haven't fully gone through it yet. Disorganization really messes with my brain so I feel anxious. I feel like I have spent most days over the last 2 weeks moving stuff or going through stuff. I REALLY hope I can wrap it up for the most part by this weekend so I can put my focus back on school and wind down a little.
Overall I've felt pretty decent, but I've had 2 or 3 migraines sprinkled in. It's like either I'm in bed early and awake early and just running until I can't or I get a headache I can't shake and lose most of the day.
Anyway, I have class in the morning so I'm done with social media for the night. I hope that you all are doing well. Goodnight, Internet!
