The Park

Despite my aching boy’s protest, I decided NOT to call in and just go to work yesterday. BAD IDEA!!! I was sleepy, was stressed, was cranky and was sore all over. It’s an extremely bad combination. It was a miracle that I managed to not be bitchy with co-workers.

So what’s the reason for this pain? Oh, god. We just moved to this new house. And unpacking is a neverending task.

Normally, I enjoy the unpacking part. However, my bedroom is on the second floor and a lot of my stuff are down in the garage. And with stuff, I mean, heavy stuff. The worst part are my books. I have four huge boxes filled with books. Since no one would be helping me bring up those boxes upstairs, I have to carry them by batches. So I’ve been going up and down the stairs for a gazillionth time in span of three days (with heavy stuff in my arms). Needless to say, I am sore all over. Gawd.

The good news. I’ve organized half of my books transformed my closet space into a mini library. I might take a picture after I’m done.

The bad news. I’m only halfway finished with my books. Half of my collection are still down in the garage. I want to weep just thinking of hauling them up again. I think I’ll finish them later this week. Or next week.