Lord, help me. This is all my brain says over and over. Pleading....for the boxes to disappear.
Yesterday, I lost it....Sunday I had a crying melt down...but yesterday, I laughed and laughed and you know what happens when us Mature women laugh too hard! So I worked and I worked and I got the great room all put together as much as I could. I told my husband tomorrow (now today) I will get the bedroom together.
The birds woke me at 5:30 this morning...and I saw the bathroom box still sitting there. I came out and said to hubby...you forgot that box....he said, without flinching, without looking up from his phone..."open the garage door....no really, go open it...."
Well Beverly Hillbillies here we go! I couldn't put another quarter in there. Now where this stuff came from or is going???? I mean, there are no rivers here to drive up to and "make it all better"!
So, up your prayers.....cuz, I have already cried, already hysterically laughed...what is next?
A Padded Room????
Oh NO YOU DON'T" Don't you dare try to bring room padding into this MH....I don't have ROOM!!!