Hello This is going to be a rant about what is going on in my life, there will be no crafting content. There will be some home repair content, but most of this is a rant.
I need motivation. I have spent the last three years since mom died trying to get the house cleared out. I closed on a new house closer to where I work on Monday, it needs to have the toilets fixed before I can move in and the locks replaced before I start leaving possessions there. Unfortunately I will call the locksmith on Monday and it is unlikely he will be able to get there this upcoming week, I have my fingers crossed for next week. The same is the contractor that will come to look at the toilets on Tuesday, I wish he could get them fixed on Tuesday however I believe it will be another week before we can get that arranged. This has pointed out that I probably need to take a long weekend in November to plan on dedicating four or five days just on working on the house.
This is where my first two sentences of the second paragraph come into play, I have spent 3 years (almost to the day) trying to get the old house cleared out. The storage unit is stuffed to the gills and I still have bookcases and random items left to move into the new house. My realtor wants the old house swept cleaned, well she wants it in a week but with the toilets and locks being a major issue that is not happening. It was very demoralizing to realized that after 36 months of work I still had a lot to do in the old house as well as the work to do in the new house. Oh, I didn’t explain that either.
In addition to the toilets and the locks, the last owners had cats. You can tell because there is not only a disgusting smell, but on the carpet on the top floor there is a piece of feces (which I obviously did not see during any of my walk-throughs). Fortunately after I get the carpet ripped up, which does not seem hard, I should be able to eliminate most of the smell. I plan on painting the walls of those rooms first to eliminate the need for drop cloths, then rip up the carpet. Since I have no working bathrooms in that house my work is limited to an hour or so at a time. I had myself convinced that I could just concentrate on getting the new house ready, slowly move some of my larger items like the bookcases and eventually the queen bed, as I was able to discover how much room I really had in the new place and where things were supposed to fit. Now I realize that I do not have as much time as I thought and without new locks I am worried to leave anything there. I will actually be surprised if the new dehumidifier I left there on Friday is still there when I go after work on Monday.
I also yelled at my sister, for which I cannot really be sorry. Saying that you love me and wish you could be there to help doesn’t really help. Especially when you are here, the two or three times in the last three years since mom died, you don’t actually help me it is all just false platitudes. I do not mind admitting that I am tired. Physically and emotionally. The realtor was Saturday. I went to an early dinner with my friend, hung out at the bar she works at for a little while, went back to the house, got a good nights sleep. This morning I started moving things into the master bedroom. I found the drop cloth I’ve been looking for and started painting the TV stand that shade of green I want it so that it stands out against the accent wall in my new home. I’m still tired, emotionally and physically, I want to curl up into a ball and sleep for a month so that all of this will go away. But that isn’t going to work, so I need to Woman Up and GET SHIT DONE! No one else will for me, so I’ve got to do it.
Okay, rant over. I have to get both houses ready on my own, just by taking it one day at a time. I’m going to focus on doing what I can, letting go of what I cannot, and actually taking a week for vacation sometime in January to just rest.
Hope you have a great week.