I Did It! and Here I Go Again!
Three day weekends…aren’t they just the greatest? I think we should have one every month.
Since I had an extra day, I did it! I cleaned out my closet, and oh, what a chore it was. It’s the first time that I’ve emptied the whole closet since we moved in here three and a half years ago. My room was so full of stuff that I had a mere path from one location to the next. Looking at all that stuff strewn on every surface of my room, I had to wonder how it all fits into my closet, which is considerably smaller than my room.
And so I washed and sorted and pitched and piled. I have quite an impressive shoe collection: flops, sandals, tennis shoes, Sunday shoes, casual shoes, shoes for working in the yard, shoes for painting, shoes that need strings, shoes that need fixing, ice skates (hah! Like I’ll ever get to wear those again), roller blades, boots. I made myself throw several pair away and donate four or five pair to Goodwill, so my collection is somewhat smaller than when I got up this morning.
I also have a large sweater/jacket/pullover collection. I managed to slash that one drastically. I have a large pile to be donated. I look at some of the stuff from my closet and I’m thinking, “I wore that? And went out into public? Not kicking and screaming?” Of course, there are probably some people that look at what I wear now and think that very thing. Oh well, cool-ness never was my strong point.
I finally got everything back into my closet, or almost everything. I have a number of containers that need to be looked through before they go back in. I have this habit of letting papers pile up on my desk and then I suddenly need to clean it up because someone is coming over…so I stuff it into a container and stick it in my closet. So now I have the wonderful task of sorting that junk. {Sigh}
Since I’m starting back to school tomorrow night, that stuff will probably just sit here for the next month. I’m dreading school with a ferocity that won’t quit. It’s my current mountain to climb.
My inner child is pitching a fit at the thought of another English class. “Noo-ho-ho!” it wails, “Plea-he-hease don’t make me go! I will be good, I promise!” But tomorrow, I will put on my adult facade and trudge back into class. Surely I can endure eight classes. The thing that is so frightening is that Kris will take this class in the fall and will attend it three days a week for sixteen weeks and I’m supposed to learn the same amount of information attending twice a week for four weeks. This may just send me over the edge…the edge of what, I’m not sure, but over the edge nonetheless.
Yes, I need to be in bed so I can stay awake for three hours and forty-five minutes of class.
Since I had an extra day, I did it! I cleaned out my closet, and oh, what a chore it was. It’s the first time that I’ve emptied the whole closet since we moved in here three and a half years ago. My room was so full of stuff that I had a mere path from one location to the next. Looking at all that stuff strewn on every surface of my room, I had to wonder how it all fits into my closet, which is considerably smaller than my room.
And so I washed and sorted and pitched and piled. I have quite an impressive shoe collection: flops, sandals, tennis shoes, Sunday shoes, casual shoes, shoes for working in the yard, shoes for painting, shoes that need strings, shoes that need fixing, ice skates (hah! Like I’ll ever get to wear those again), roller blades, boots. I made myself throw several pair away and donate four or five pair to Goodwill, so my collection is somewhat smaller than when I got up this morning.
I also have a large sweater/jacket/pullover collection. I managed to slash that one drastically. I have a large pile to be donated. I look at some of the stuff from my closet and I’m thinking, “I wore that? And went out into public? Not kicking and screaming?” Of course, there are probably some people that look at what I wear now and think that very thing. Oh well, cool-ness never was my strong point.
I finally got everything back into my closet, or almost everything. I have a number of containers that need to be looked through before they go back in. I have this habit of letting papers pile up on my desk and then I suddenly need to clean it up because someone is coming over…so I stuff it into a container and stick it in my closet. So now I have the wonderful task of sorting that junk. {Sigh}
Since I’m starting back to school tomorrow night, that stuff will probably just sit here for the next month. I’m dreading school with a ferocity that won’t quit. It’s my current mountain to climb.
My inner child is pitching a fit at the thought of another English class. “Noo-ho-ho!” it wails, “Plea-he-hease don’t make me go! I will be good, I promise!” But tomorrow, I will put on my adult facade and trudge back into class. Surely I can endure eight classes. The thing that is so frightening is that Kris will take this class in the fall and will attend it three days a week for sixteen weeks and I’m supposed to learn the same amount of information attending twice a week for four weeks. This may just send me over the edge…the edge of what, I’m not sure, but over the edge nonetheless.
Yes, I need to be in bed so I can stay awake for three hours and forty-five minutes of class.
posted by Sharon @ 10:58 PM
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I worked all day long yesterday and enjoyed it. I'm always ready for the weekend but by the time Sunday afternoon rolls around I'm ready to be back at work.
You know, if my life had any semblance of normalcy, I probably wouldn’t place such enormous importance on holidays, but in my current situation I can’t even keep the everyday tasks caught up, much less things that don’t have a “must be done now!” tag attached. Believe me when I say that I worked much harder on the holiday than I do on a normal day at work…and I didn’t even get paid for it. : ( To me, most holidays are merely a day when I don’t have to go to work; I stay home and work much harder.
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