*insert primal scream here*
Jul. 28th, 2007 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rikibethI was feeling JUST FINE about my unpacking progress until my mother got here.
My parents (and my 93-year-old grandmother) came by after seeing the matinee performance of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
melovechocolate's play so they could pick up an antique mirror that was my other grandmother's.
I really didn't want them to even come in the house. I had WARNED them that it was still all over boxes and they would have to deal with that.
It was okay until I let her upstairs. Where I still had six boxes of baby clothes that I have to sort and itemize so I have a proper receipt for Goodwill to sign off on so I can take the tax deduction. I have several THOUSAND dollars' worth of tax deduction there. I cannot just drop them off with no documentation, and I have nowhere else in the house to put them, because the basement floor IS WET. So they're sitting on my bed.
It still leaves me half the bed to sleep in. It's not great, but guess what? That was a lower priority than dealing with the kitchen, or the bathroom, or keeping the living room to where we could still sit on the couch and see the TV and I could sit at my desk.
And of COURSEmelovechocolate's room isn't all unpacked yet either. She's only here half the time! And she's at camp all day! And there have been things we've WANTED to do, like the Harry Potter book release, and getting her hair done so that it wouldn't be crayola red for the play... I figured I could get on her case about unpacking when we got BACK from the week's vacation in Maine.
Which I don't even want to go to now. At all. Because it will mean dealing with my mother for an entire week. After I wound up screaming at her to get out of my house.
AUGH. I unpacked most of the kitchen yesterday. I still have BriAnne's big box to sort through (I wanted to wait until she was here to help me with it 'cause it's Her Stuff) and two boxes of assorted Tupperware that I have to go through and figure out what exactly I'm keeping, which is to say not much of it, probably, just the expensive pantry-storage ones, and what i'm getting rid of. Yesterday when I was unpacking I got rid of three boxes of assorted Things to Freecycle, and today I dropped off two boxes of unwanted dishes and one bag of unwanted sheets-and-towels to the Salvation Army that's just down the road.
One thing I HAVE unpacked already? The liquor cabinet. Which has Bacardi. And when I was at Wild Oats last week I bought a bottle of pineapple-coconut juice. So I am having a therapeutic pina colada right now.
And trying not to break down sobbing.
I don't think I'm letting my mother into my house EVER AGAIN.
My parents (and my 93-year-old grandmother) came by after seeing the matinee performance of
melovechocolate's play so they could pick up an antique mirror that was my other grandmother's.I really didn't want them to even come in the house. I had WARNED them that it was still all over boxes and they would have to deal with that.
It was okay until I let her upstairs. Where I still had six boxes of baby clothes that I have to sort and itemize so I have a proper receipt for Goodwill to sign off on so I can take the tax deduction. I have several THOUSAND dollars' worth of tax deduction there. I cannot just drop them off with no documentation, and I have nowhere else in the house to put them, because the basement floor IS WET. So they're sitting on my bed.
It still leaves me half the bed to sleep in. It's not great, but guess what? That was a lower priority than dealing with the kitchen, or the bathroom, or keeping the living room to where we could still sit on the couch and see the TV and I could sit at my desk.
And of COURSE
melovechocolate's room isn't all unpacked yet either. She's only here half the time! And she's at camp all day! And there have been things we've WANTED to do, like the Harry Potter book release, and getting her hair done so that it wouldn't be crayola red for the play... I figured I could get on her case about unpacking when we got BACK from the week's vacation in Maine.Which I don't even want to go to now. At all. Because it will mean dealing with my mother for an entire week. After I wound up screaming at her to get out of my house.
AUGH. I unpacked most of the kitchen yesterday. I still have BriAnne's big box to sort through (I wanted to wait until she was here to help me with it 'cause it's Her Stuff) and two boxes of assorted Tupperware that I have to go through and figure out what exactly I'm keeping, which is to say not much of it, probably, just the expensive pantry-storage ones, and what i'm getting rid of. Yesterday when I was unpacking I got rid of three boxes of assorted Things to Freecycle, and today I dropped off two boxes of unwanted dishes and one bag of unwanted sheets-and-towels to the Salvation Army that's just down the road.
One thing I HAVE unpacked already? The liquor cabinet. Which has Bacardi. And when I was at Wild Oats last week I bought a bottle of pineapple-coconut juice. So I am having a therapeutic pina colada right now.
And trying not to break down sobbing.
I don't think I'm letting my mother into my house EVER AGAIN.
