But, we have decided we can no longer stand the torture and we must change tactics. We're going to smack this move in the face with a roundhouse Chuck Norris kick by renting a U-Haul, and hiring some burly movers to move our approximately 5 bajillion ton safe and equally heavy Temperpedic bed - which is something like trying to wrestle with a massive jello jiggler. We need to get our *$#! down the road and into storage until our new house is done so we can sell this house and absorb the financial kick in the pants with what dignity we can before the selling season passes us by.
Just to prove we are making progress, here's the floor in the bedroom/hobby room. We were very proud to get the closet done:
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Lookin' good! You'll get it done!
I read recently that inability to make decisions is a sign of acute stress. Reading that actually made me feel better, because I've been like that before and felt like I was losing my mind.
P.S. My violin playing still sounds like a screeching cat or someone dying.
Thanks! I'm feeling a measure of sanity returning...Mom and Dad came to the rescue and we're furiously packing boxes, and we'll be out of here by the end of the week, even if we're just putting it in storage for a bit. Our house listed yesterday, with a very optimistic realtor. I'm seeing the light!
I don't think there's any way to get around the screeching/dying sounds...it'll come quicker than you think. Not that I'm the expert by any means. Hope we can jam sometime!
although i loved our fantastico, fabuloso, muy bueno, muy bonita (ok, i think that's enough), beach vacation....it kinda made reality sucks worse than it did before we left.
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