This is the post where I whine....a lot.
You've been forewarned.
I feel like I've been buried by boxes.
It's to the point where I just
trip over walk by them now and pray that someone else will unpack them.
Probably not going to happen.
We made good progress over the weekend. The kitchen is 99% done, I've even managed to cook a few meals AND we're using our new wedding dishes. FINALLY! I love them. They are as gorgeous as the day we picked them out.....2 years ago.
Since the weekend however, the progress has been pretty nonexistent.
I had all these goals of unpacking every night this week so by the weekend...when we get cable and Internet back we could sit back and enjoy it.
Well....that sure looked good on paper. In reality...not so much.
After working full days, coming home, cooking/eating some dinner, it's pushing 9pm and the thought of opening yet another box of crap I have no idea what to do with is enough to just make me want to kill myself. Or move back to my parents house where things are put away and clean.
The main problem is you never have as much space as you remember BEFORE you moved in. It's hard to put things away when every time you open a box you stare at it and think, "I have no freaking idea where I'm even going to put this." Sigh. Rifle through it for minute. Give up. Move on to next box. Open and repeat.
That walk-in closet in the master bedroom. Yeah, not so spacious. We've already used the entire spare bedroom closet for our extra hanging clothes. And let me tell you people, we don't have THAT many clothes. At least I never thought so....we didn't even come close to filling the Taj Mahal closet we'd been spoiled with at my parents place. Shoes. We won't even go there. I have no clue what we're going to do with shoes...they're currently all over the floor. The bathroom storage also poses a few issues. No linen closet and one small single vanity sink. Can't use the regular closet as spill over storage since we've already covered how much extra space there is in there. We did manage to put together an over the toitey cabinet for all our towels...so that's helped some. How is it that we seemed to have more closet/storage space in an 800 sq ft condo than we do in this entire HUGE house??
My head hurts. I really need a game plan. Or some explosives to just get rid of all it.
Do you suppose my Homeowners Insurance covers crazy pregnant fits of rage??