"Boy! Someone got up on the wrong side of bed this morning!" O/T
That's what DW said to me when she joyfully asked me what plans we have for tonight.
Let's see....I have to shop for groceries and cook dinner. I can't drink any alcohol because my Dad has begged and pleaded with me to help him out with the situation with my grandmother. Long story short, we just put my grandmother in a residence home. She's a class 3 hoarder and is already stockpiling her little appartmentr with crap as if it was a bomb shelter. Her lease is very specific on this. If she hoards, they will break her lease. So my Dad is pleading with me to help him sort out what my grandmother needs/ doesn't need and shuttle the stuff back and forth between her old house and her new residence.
Oh and Dad needs me to catalog some stuff because he wants to sell it.
I kid you not, there is SOOOO much stuff to catalog. I told my Dad that the only way I can do this properly is if I quit my job and work on it full time. And it's not like you can just throw everything out. A lot of my grandmother's stuff is junk but she has a few art pieces that are quite valuable. There's a painting that is worth $10k.
I told my Dad that I am inundated with home renovation projects and I really don't have time for this, but he is begging....
And it's not like I can say no to family.
DW has revised "the TO DO list". This morning, just to force home the point of how ridiculous this exercise is, I wrote down. "Add more things to the list" as a listing. DW hasn't noticed, but I am sure she will.
So, everything I wrote above is just this evening's activities. Somewhere, in there, I need to find a couple of hours of sleep because BS and BD, will wake up even earlier than normal on Saturday. Why? Because it's the weekend and children ALWAYS wake up earlier on the weekends.
So like the Monty Python Skit, I will be getting up before I go to bed to tackle the items on this monstrous list in the vain hopes that somehow my house will reclaim some semblance of order.
To give you a hint at how frustrating that is, imagine playing Tetris where your screen is filled to the top but the blocks are coming down faster faster and faster.
That is what my life is like....
I somehow inhereted 3 TVs from my Grandmother's place, a slew of kitchen stuff, and a shoebox of tweezers. Yes, a shoebox of FULL of tweezers. Why does she have so many? I don't know. Maybe she needs one for each eyebrow hair.
DW, true to form, cannot stay on task and is still buying stuff for the house despite my explicit instructions NOT to do so.
Ladies, if I may impart this humble piece of advice. If you and your mate decide to renovate a room in your house - Paint the walls, or redo the floor, please, please, PLEASE, don't go out and buy a bird house "just because it was on special". I don't know why she did that. It wasn't even on the list. That's another thing to do. There is no end in site. Each weekend this list just gets longer and longer.
I don't look forward to the weekends anymore.
I'm missing something....
Oh yeah, and the In-Laws are coming this weekend for a visit. Supposedly FIL is going to try and convince us to go on another camping trip.
So no DW, to answer your hypothesis, I did not get up "on the wrong side of the bed" this morning. Like I told DTzy last week here on STalk. I am just having difficulty reconciling with the fact that I am no longer a man in my house but a glorified lifting crane with tools attached and you are my handyman "Pimp". Maybe, when I am permitted to isolate myself in a man-cave for 25 hours, I will return to my normal self. That's TOTAL isolation. Don't come see me unless you are bringing me beer.