Sunday morning I woke to Ozzie knocking a cup off my night stand. I had not quite finished the hot chocolate after my bath last night, and now I have a nice mess to get out of the carpet. I guess I was sleeping too late to please her, and it was her way of letting me know that breakfast was late.
I am so sore and beyond tired today. I'll be glad to get a few boxes done. The first one this morning was easy, one of the last boxes packed and so I wandered room to room putting things away as I can. Just a few kitchen items in a box mixed with bathroom and cleaning supplies. I think I need to take an easy day and try harder to just do a box or two. Maybe that bedroom that I had wanted to do last night. I'm not sure that I want to do anything but make my way to my knitting bad and work on the dragon sweater. That would be a good way to spend my Sunday.
I have, oddly enough, discovered that the stress before the move is no better at all after the move. I can't seem to nap, thinking about the things that I need to be doing nd wishing that I had fewer boxes in the kitchen and more work done in the living room. I'll have to wait until it is warm enough outside to paint the big book shelf, but it shouldn't take long once I can decide on a color and get things moving. I'm sure it is going to need some extra drying time before I am able to put books on it, but once that is done that whole corner of the living room will be done.
I did start today on the downstairs rooms. I'm thinking about how to divide the space and create an art room and figuring out my storage and find some beauty in this space that I have left for myself. Soon most of the unpacking will be finished. I'm going to try to concentrate on a room at a time now that I have many of the important things found. Everything will find a place if I let it. I did it before, I my four little rooms, this can't be that much differnt.
I have now spent over three weeks either packing or unpacking, and doing little else. I have not slept a night through for two months. The last week at the house I didn't eat any meals, getting by on snacks and sandwiches. I am exhausted beyond pain, and I am so ready to be done. I have commited to unpacking every single box and bin, but at this point, I am thinking that it may take quite a while to do this. Today I am trying hard to do just one box, all the way through, and then rest. Everything where it belongs. Like with like. Decorating in spring and summer. Finding the parts that I need to put up the shelves for the bedroom and think about which parts I want where. I'm washing dishes and knick knacks as I go, eliminating the dust that gathered and the newspaper that we wrapped everything in.
Wacho began marking his territory last night, and now I am finding scent on everything. I have to find a way to get that stopped quickly. Everything I touch he wants to have his scent on, and the house is already beginning to stink.
The kitchen is almost done, so confusing to find places for every thing and I am sure that I'll be rearranging several times before I am satisfied with the results. It was great to get so many boxes done, but until I find the box that has the supports for the shelves, I can't finish putting the storage items in the basement
Tonight I started the sewing room by removing all the boxes that I can, putting them in the now open living room, so that I can move around the room and unpack a box, putting everything away that i can as i come to it. This and the art room are going to be the hardest. All of my shelves are gone and I'll have to make some alternate storage of some sort.
Early to bed I am just exhausted. The first night that I am truly able to lock the cats out of my room and leave them to find their own places to sleep.
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