I may be talking to myself at this point so I’ll make this brief. After all, I know what I’ve been doing. If anyone is out there: I’ve been moving from the hotel to the house and that is taking up all of my time. ALL of my time. I’ve totally quit blogging and I think I’ve lost touch of my Google Reader again as well. I barely eat and feeding the other members of the family is an afterthought. There’s something to be said about the simplicity of hotel life. Not a lot of fixing up and arranging to do. That would be called hotel damage and they charge you dearly.
Here, there’s been painting, moving furniture in, unpacking boxes, trying to shove 15,000 pounds of crap stuff into a 1500 square foot house. I’m sure there’s an easier way to have done it, but we took everything out of the boxes to get rid of the boxes and paper. Now we’re dealing with what looks likes a home invasion. Slowly but surely we’re purchasing all the storage options we can find to hide everything. I feel like we’re hemorrhaging money and am feeling like a tourniquet needs to be placed soon. There’s only so much you should buy for a rental house. In our defense, we’re going to be living here for more than a year this time (God, please let that be true) so we want it to actually look nice and feel inviting and relaxing to live in.
So, with that, I must return to the basement. It’s so bad. Bad. Bad. If ever I wished fairy godmothers existed it is right now. Where are those cleaning/organization shows when you really need them? As for the blogging. I will get back to more regular posting. What didn’t help was my computer deciding to try to hang on to dear life and barely work. It was a computer in name only as it computed nothing and wouldn’t let me take part in anything dealing with the 21st century. Mac to the rescue and I am now a technophile again (as much as I ever was one).