Friday, December 17, 2010
I can NEVER have ANYTHING nice!
at 12/17/2010 09:27:00 AM Posted by Shirley
The move seems to finally be getting to me. I've been dealing without our bed, couch, and some kitchen supplies for a week. I've also been taking our Golden, Qori, to my sister's house every day this week along with Diego when I take him to daycare. I joke that both my boys are going to daycare this week. Qori does not have his dog door installed at the new place yet, so I don't want to leave him home for 8 hours.
A couple of days ago, I started nagging to my husband. It went something like:
"When are we going to have hot water already?!"
"You are being so pushy!" he replied. "I work hard all day, and I'm trying to do what I can. You should just be happy that we have our house. You're too pushy to get everything done already. We've barely moved in for a week now!"
I'm pushy, huh? Fine! I mentally decided that I would take it upon myself to start bringing leftover items from my sister's house. Last night, I started with a box of kitchen stuff. It was heavy, but I loaded it in my car along with Diego and Qori. I got to the new house, and by some miracle, Diego was asleep. I brought sleeping Diego into the house, followed by Qori. Now it was time to get that heavy box out of the car. The thought occurred to me that I should probably put my slippers on.
'Nah, these boots are just kitten heels, I should be fine.' I thought to myself.
I unloaded the box from my car outside. I walked slowly along the side walk not noticing the uneven pavement in front of me due to the big box. My kitten heel lost contact with the pavement somehow, I twisted my ankle, and the box went flying out of my hands and onto the floor!
"Sh#t!" I whisper-yelled to myself, and wobbled back to my car to begin the process of pitying myself and dealing with the pain of a twisted ankle. Let me tell you, it HURT!
After a few minutes, I was able to walk like a homosapien again. I walked over to the box and picked it up. Of COURSE, the bottom of the box gave in and all the contents went falling out onto the sidewalk. Great! Now WHAT?!!! I looked around to see if any neighbors where watching the show and laughing at me. No one, thankfully.
I had to bring things into the house individually from the broken box outside. I brought in the first item.... WHY is the dog puking in the living room? He never does that! Ugh... now I'm going to have to clean that up!
I went to get more stuff from the broken box outside. I walked in through the door again... the dog is puking AGAIN! Who the HELL put the evil eye on me? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!?
After cleaning puke and inspecting damage, I found that I had broken all our good dishes that had patiently waited in storage for over 2 years to finally just be broken by a "pushy" woman. I almost cried. Almost, but Diego was still sleeping so I knew there was a God.
This whole ordeal reminded me of a time when my husband and I had bought some "sexy" wooden llamas in Peru (most Peruvian homes are adorned with llama dolls made of real llama fur. My wooden llamas were sleek, modern, animal-friendly and sexy). I was so excited at what a beautiful decoration they would make in our home.... until we had to sell our home. We lived in an unfinished basement for some time, but "pushy" me still wanted to decorate it with my llamas. One day we were moving an old junky entertainment shelf around and BOOM... one of my llamas hit the floor and lost his ear! At the pinnacle of my stress at our living situation, all I could do was start crying and saying, "I can NEVER have ANYTHING nice!" :(
We eventually glued his ear back on. He's still "sexy"... because now he has a sexy battle scar.
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