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Dec. 23rd, 2018 01:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oh dreamwidth, you're even worse at eating entries than tumblr was. oh well.
the entry i lost was pretty banal-- about how i was enjoying my Friendsmas-- and then in the midst of it, Farmsister texted me about something, and I wrote back, "so what day are you coming through?"
We'd tentatively agreed on January, the first week sometime, was when she and her family would come stay with us on their way back from visiting her husband's folks out in Illinois. So I've made all my plans on that basis, including the impulsive switch of visiting my friends for Friendsmas this weekend-- prioritizing the housecleaning that lets me finish up Christmas projects and organizing my life with the idea that I'll have whatever days off between now and the first week of January, including all of New Year's Day, to reorganize and clean my house. Because the guest bedroom is where the embroidery machine is set up, so this means I've been using that bed as a staging surface for projects, and it's covered in boxes and baskets and bags, piles of things, Ziplocs with all the components for projects, and such. I worked on it a bit to tidy it up, but I wasn't prioritizing cleaning it out-- I was prioritizing getting out the stuff I think I'll use.
"Oh," Farmsister writes back, "the 27th."
"Thursday?!?!" I write back.
"Yeah we changed our minds, we'll stay with you on the way out." It dawns on her, possibly, to say, "Is that okay? We had to change our plans around."
"It'll be fine," I lie through my teeth. When were you planning on telling me this?
I have made all my plans contingent on early January. All my plans involved finishing Mom's embroidery project, and then packing up all those things, and relocating them. We were thinking of rearranging the guest room furniture anyway, so I had been preparing to relocate a lot of stuff to the basement, but I knew it would take time, and I was planning to save it for sort of last, maybe spend New Year's Day on it, so that it wouldn't just be a jumble. Because if you're going to just frantically dump stuff in a pile in another room to get it out of the way, you might as well just throw it into the garbage; you'll never remember what it was for anyway.
So uh. Well, shit, is all, and I've been trying to make myself Baby Steps lists ever since I got that text, but. I'm still fucking terrible at list-making.
So I have a list of what needs to be done for every room in the house, and which I was figuring on spending a week and a half on, and instead I have four days, one of which I will be entirely spending at my mother-not-in-law's house, and two of which I'd planned to spend at work.
Instead of panicking, though, I've spent this afternoon since we got back making meal plans for the week and doing all the laundry, so. At least I'm getting things done, even though I have zero mental capacity for planning at the moment.
the entry i lost was pretty banal-- about how i was enjoying my Friendsmas-- and then in the midst of it, Farmsister texted me about something, and I wrote back, "so what day are you coming through?"
We'd tentatively agreed on January, the first week sometime, was when she and her family would come stay with us on their way back from visiting her husband's folks out in Illinois. So I've made all my plans on that basis, including the impulsive switch of visiting my friends for Friendsmas this weekend-- prioritizing the housecleaning that lets me finish up Christmas projects and organizing my life with the idea that I'll have whatever days off between now and the first week of January, including all of New Year's Day, to reorganize and clean my house. Because the guest bedroom is where the embroidery machine is set up, so this means I've been using that bed as a staging surface for projects, and it's covered in boxes and baskets and bags, piles of things, Ziplocs with all the components for projects, and such. I worked on it a bit to tidy it up, but I wasn't prioritizing cleaning it out-- I was prioritizing getting out the stuff I think I'll use.
"Oh," Farmsister writes back, "the 27th."
"Thursday?!?!" I write back.
"Yeah we changed our minds, we'll stay with you on the way out." It dawns on her, possibly, to say, "Is that okay? We had to change our plans around."
"It'll be fine," I lie through my teeth. When were you planning on telling me this?
I have made all my plans contingent on early January. All my plans involved finishing Mom's embroidery project, and then packing up all those things, and relocating them. We were thinking of rearranging the guest room furniture anyway, so I had been preparing to relocate a lot of stuff to the basement, but I knew it would take time, and I was planning to save it for sort of last, maybe spend New Year's Day on it, so that it wouldn't just be a jumble. Because if you're going to just frantically dump stuff in a pile in another room to get it out of the way, you might as well just throw it into the garbage; you'll never remember what it was for anyway.
So uh. Well, shit, is all, and I've been trying to make myself Baby Steps lists ever since I got that text, but. I'm still fucking terrible at list-making.
So I have a list of what needs to be done for every room in the house, and which I was figuring on spending a week and a half on, and instead I have four days, one of which I will be entirely spending at my mother-not-in-law's house, and two of which I'd planned to spend at work.
Instead of panicking, though, I've spent this afternoon since we got back making meal plans for the week and doing all the laundry, so. At least I'm getting things done, even though I have zero mental capacity for planning at the moment.
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Date: 2018-12-23 07:00 pm (UTC)you're doing way more than i would have been in the situation.
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Date: 2018-12-23 08:58 pm (UTC)I just. I physically don't have room for them to be in my house in its current state. They already don't fit in the guest room. Two of them sleep there, and one on the couch, and it's always a tossup who's gonna get the couch.
I can't tell them no, I already said yes, and it ought not to be such a big deal. They've already seen the house in a disaster state; I'm not trying to make it presentable. I just need there to be room for them to be in it.
I just. Was hoping to make room for them without completely and totally fucking up everything I'm going to have to shift, so that I never find it again. I still would surely not have gotten everything I wanted to done, but at least I'd have had more time to try.
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Date: 2018-12-23 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-23 07:19 pm (UTC)Good luck with getting things done, even if they might not be quite what you planned.
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Date: 2018-12-23 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-24 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-24 01:39 am (UTC)Sigh.