Monday, December 29, 2008
Suffocating Under the Box Monster
I know I said I would have a holiday recap post for you by this morning, and I'm sorry. I'M SORRY. I stayed up way too late playing Guitar Hero with my brother and husband. Let me tell ya folks, I CAN ROCK.
Okay, that's not true. My hand/eye coordination is less than stellar apparently, as is my ability to find a beat in any song by 'Rage Against the Machine'. I guess I just don't have the appropriate amount of rage! It was fun though, even if I did spend most of the time yelling at the television to slow down so I could figure out which of my fingers to use.
But then I came home and the reality that we are supposed to be moving in two days hit my like a ton of bricks as I stubbed my toes of the multitude of boxes crowding out cozy apartment.
I have nightmares about waking up with the boxes looming over me debating how to suffocate me.
We haven't even tried to get the television unblocked enough to watch it here in over a week. Such is life you know?
This is what my living room used to look like...Oh how I miss it...
Also...that was before Jaco took a bite out of the arm of the couch. Little punk.
We also haven't eaten a meal at our table in at least 2 weeks. Why? you ask, well because that is where I started stacking boxes back when I thought we didn't have a lot of stuff.
Apparently, we DO have a lot of stuff.
I miss this...
Sigh...my heart feels peaceful when I look at this.
Oh, and you know how a bedroom is supposed to be your relaxation room/sanctuary and all that jazz?
Despite the fact that I feel incredibly blessed to have the opportunity to move into a house that is ours and will be ours for as long as we want to stay there, I think I am going to go check into a hotel. I'll leave Matt a note and tell him I'll come back when he has moved all of the boxes into the new house and has them all unpacked.
Do you think he will go for that?