It has been a hectic week and I have been so busy running all over town to appointments and such that I haven’t had much time to myself. Today, however, I’m housebound and actually not minding it too much. My husband has been working a massive amount of overtime for the past couple weeks, putting tons of miles on the car driving back and forth to Tucson each day – he normally drives a company truck to and from work but since the rest of his coworkers are staying in a hotel in Tucson rather than coming home each night, he’s leaving the truck in Tucson and driving one of our cars each day. He had been driving our Daewoo but it broke down yesterday so he had to take my Saturn in to work today.
When I realized that I was going to be stuck at home, I was upset at first because I had several things planned for today and I didn’t want to have to make changes to my schedule. Now that I’ve made all the calls and gotten everything rescheduled, I’m feeling kind of relieved to have a day at home. I’m getting caught up on several projects that I have neglected for far too long and I may even have time to work on cleaning out the garage, which is something that I desperately need to do but never seem to find time for.
Some friends of ours are moving in across the street from us and they recently asked to store some boxes in our garage in advance of the move – I was embarrassed when I had to open up the garage for them and help them find space for the boxes. There is way too much crap out there and everytime I start to try to organize the chaos, I just get overwhelmed by the immensity of the task. If I could get it cleaned out and all the excess stuff donated or thrown out, I would feel much better. In fact, I should probably go work on that right now…
