We planned, back in January, to have these contractor people come out and completely renovate our master bathroom.
They’re coming out on Wednesday and in order to make it easier for them to get into the bathroom, I decided I needed to move our dresser to the other side of the bedroom, next to the bed instead of directly in front of it.
I removed all the clothes from the bottom four drawers (I left the underwear/sock drawers because I was like, oh screw that) and dragged that sucker across the room. Then I spent at least an hour refolding all the clothes and putting them back where they belonged. I took everything out of the bathroom that wasn’t nailed down and threw it on the bed, to sort out later. I eventually just ended up throwing everything except the tooth brushes, hair spray, razors and shaving cream into my husband’s suitcase and wedging the suitcase between the headboard and the wall.
I had lunch and then passed out…for three hours. And I’m STILL exhausted, like to the point I can barely function but I have dishes to put away, dirty dishes to wash and I should probably take a shower.
I am SO tired. I have like…zero spoons left. Less than that, actually, if it’s possible. I am running on a negative amount of spoons and yet I still have several things which NEED to be accomplished.
I don’t think I can do it, honestly. Fuck it. I’m putting that shit off (except the shower) until tomorrow.