Marcie Mac
Just Plain Ole Tired
Nothing gets done.
My den, living room, side yard looks like an office supply place. Stuff everywhere. Phone guys came yesterday to install the lines - had to put the dogs up - It took them 6 hours and the two in my room who were bored and decided to play with the garbage, dig in the laundry, and ate SO's junk food he keeps stored by the side of his bed - one in the garage, who I forgot is big enough to get at the container of bones on the dryer at them ALL and is sick, Dans dog in the bathroom who isn't bored, but wants out and figures if she pulls up the lineolum floor, there may be an exit.
I am so unfocused and stressed out by all of this "stuff" absolutely everywhere, am now beyond functioning. So I call Danny to get up and take down the big honking computer desk thats in the living room so I can get my office desk in. He wants the desk - fine - just please start taking it apart so I can get my desk in and get my computer up - I have eaked out a space so he can move it.
So hes breaking it down and I decide to put the kitchen stuff from the office in the kitchen. Get carried away and am now starting to clean out the kitchen cabinets so I can arrange "stuff". Pull myself up mumbling to myself "stay on task" and notice Dan is no longer in the living room but the desk is all apart on the floor still. And I notice all this "stuff" in the dining room which was all clean. I storm up the hallway which was clean and now has "stuff" he is comming out with more "stuff" cause he is now cleaning and rearranging HIS room so he can get the desk in. Hello...you were to be helping me. Yeah mom, but you were cleaning the kitchen..sigh
During all this madness I am working- people calling on my cell and all of their "stuff" I need to do for them is in a box - somewhere. Ever notice how difficult it is to hold a cell phone on your shoulder to talk when you are frantically digging thru boxes..
I am so never ever ever moving an office again - Its the third and last time..
Marcie
My den, living room, side yard looks like an office supply place. Stuff everywhere. Phone guys came yesterday to install the lines - had to put the dogs up - It took them 6 hours and the two in my room who were bored and decided to play with the garbage, dig in the laundry, and ate SO's junk food he keeps stored by the side of his bed - one in the garage, who I forgot is big enough to get at the container of bones on the dryer at them ALL and is sick, Dans dog in the bathroom who isn't bored, but wants out and figures if she pulls up the lineolum floor, there may be an exit.
I am so unfocused and stressed out by all of this "stuff" absolutely everywhere, am now beyond functioning. So I call Danny to get up and take down the big honking computer desk thats in the living room so I can get my office desk in. He wants the desk - fine - just please start taking it apart so I can get my desk in and get my computer up - I have eaked out a space so he can move it.
So hes breaking it down and I decide to put the kitchen stuff from the office in the kitchen. Get carried away and am now starting to clean out the kitchen cabinets so I can arrange "stuff". Pull myself up mumbling to myself "stay on task" and notice Dan is no longer in the living room but the desk is all apart on the floor still. And I notice all this "stuff" in the dining room which was all clean. I storm up the hallway which was clean and now has "stuff" he is comming out with more "stuff" cause he is now cleaning and rearranging HIS room so he can get the desk in. Hello...you were to be helping me. Yeah mom, but you were cleaning the kitchen..sigh
During all this madness I am working- people calling on my cell and all of their "stuff" I need to do for them is in a box - somewhere. Ever notice how difficult it is to hold a cell phone on your shoulder to talk when you are frantically digging thru boxes..
I am so never ever ever moving an office again - Its the third and last time..
Marcie