You know, when you move you see all the shit you have been avoiding for a long time. Under the big appliances, in the corners, under the couch. Dust Bunnies that would give the "Dirty Thirties" a run for their money. Grease that you thought you had taken care of and you know that kitchen was clean just last week.
Well, we moved our oldest daughter and grandson in with us. Most of the stuff went in storage. Some went with the significant other while the work on themselves and the rest came here. Not much room left, but we will make do.
It was the cleaning the house up afterwards. My daughter wanted to avoid it, pretty much like we all do. Thing is, it had piled up in a few places and Cait had to face the fact. It was an ugly one.
As we drove away from dumpster number 3 in the dark, and as she was staring forward, Cait said, "I am sure I will feel better in a feng shuey way in the morning." My reply was simple. "Can we not do this shit again?"
I have had 2 aspirin to take care of the lower back ache from moving a huge ass blanket chest and a recliner formerly belonging to my father. An heirloom if ever there was one. That along with the Lincoln in the driveway. I am drinking my second glass of cab for the evening and am contemplating bed.
I am not going to look too closely at my corners or my kitchen. I am sure as hell not going to look under the couch or big appliances. Those bunnies have become mutant rabbits by now and they scare me more than a little.
I am not going to deal with that particular shit right now.
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