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I am so burnt out on cleaning and unpacking right now.
There are more than a dozen boxes of books in Captain's office that are waiting until we find bookshelves, another dozen boxes sitting in the kitchen waiting for the cabinets to no longer smell bad and to be covered in shelf liner (that would be Captain's job and he's made very little progress on it in the month we've lived here), plus the garage that needs to be sorted through. Oh, and a closet full of garbage bags full of clothes to hang or fold.
AND our dishwasher STILL DOES NOT WORK.
I've got to start working on the fic I promised for the exchange bingo prize thing. I need to have a finished product ASAP, because it's horribly rude of me to not have it done already and I hate being rude. I did warn the recipent about the surprise move, but I was not expecting the unpacking to go on quite this long.
I've also got knitting to work on, another fic I'd like to work on but won't until I have a good start on the Prize fic, a gnome to finish painting (that is so not a priority right now) and some scrapbook things that need to be organized (again, not a priority at this point).
AND I have to keep on top of the bills and the grocery shopping and search on-line for some mythical piece of furniture Captain swears exists and that he absolutely has to have for his office even though we already have a piece of furniture that is doing almost the exact same thing but is six inches shorter. Who needs to have a printer at exactly the same height as the desktop? Seriously? It works where it is and I'm not spending a ton of money trying to find him a perfect cabinet phone table whatever he wants thing. I even offered one of the plastic shelf units from my office, but it's not good enough for him. Also, he's whinging about not having enough storage space for all his junk, and when I pointed out that half the stuff from his desk actually is junk (old bill envelopes, scraps of paper, things that should be stored with the same thing in other places in the house, a large drawer full of a tangle of wires and cables that he hasn't move in two years, etc) and he'd have more room if he tossed the useless stuff out, he got all huffy with me.
Whatever, I don't have the patience to deal with him right now.
Seriously, nearly four weeks to wipe out and spray down cabinets in one room plus cut out shelf liners (none of that is finished yet, btw) vs four weeks for me to clean the entirety of the rest of the house, unpack nearly all the boxes, arrange my office with it's huge amount of fiddly bits, AND take care of the normal tasks involved with running a household. Yes, I know he works all day and he's tired when he comes home and blah blah I don't care anymore.
FOUR WEEKS.
I WANT TO UNPACK THE DAMN KITCHEN SO I CAN MAKE MYSELF A FRIGGIN' SALAD FOR LUNCH!
Oh yes, I'm bitter.
There are more than a dozen boxes of books in Captain's office that are waiting until we find bookshelves, another dozen boxes sitting in the kitchen waiting for the cabinets to no longer smell bad and to be covered in shelf liner (that would be Captain's job and he's made very little progress on it in the month we've lived here), plus the garage that needs to be sorted through. Oh, and a closet full of garbage bags full of clothes to hang or fold.
AND our dishwasher STILL DOES NOT WORK.
I've got to start working on the fic I promised for the exchange bingo prize thing. I need to have a finished product ASAP, because it's horribly rude of me to not have it done already and I hate being rude. I did warn the recipent about the surprise move, but I was not expecting the unpacking to go on quite this long.
I've also got knitting to work on, another fic I'd like to work on but won't until I have a good start on the Prize fic, a gnome to finish painting (that is so not a priority right now) and some scrapbook things that need to be organized (again, not a priority at this point).
AND I have to keep on top of the bills and the grocery shopping and search on-line for some mythical piece of furniture Captain swears exists and that he absolutely has to have for his office even though we already have a piece of furniture that is doing almost the exact same thing but is six inches shorter. Who needs to have a printer at exactly the same height as the desktop? Seriously? It works where it is and I'm not spending a ton of money trying to find him a perfect cabinet phone table whatever he wants thing. I even offered one of the plastic shelf units from my office, but it's not good enough for him. Also, he's whinging about not having enough storage space for all his junk, and when I pointed out that half the stuff from his desk actually is junk (old bill envelopes, scraps of paper, things that should be stored with the same thing in other places in the house, a large drawer full of a tangle of wires and cables that he hasn't move in two years, etc) and he'd have more room if he tossed the useless stuff out, he got all huffy with me.
Whatever, I don't have the patience to deal with him right now.
Seriously, nearly four weeks to wipe out and spray down cabinets in one room plus cut out shelf liners (none of that is finished yet, btw) vs four weeks for me to clean the entirety of the rest of the house, unpack nearly all the boxes, arrange my office with it's huge amount of fiddly bits, AND take care of the normal tasks involved with running a household. Yes, I know he works all day and he's tired when he comes home and blah blah I don't care anymore.
FOUR WEEKS.
I WANT TO UNPACK THE DAMN KITCHEN SO I CAN MAKE MYSELF A FRIGGIN' SALAD FOR LUNCH!
Oh yes, I'm bitter.