So it is done. I am now the Queen of the Garage. Eight full hours of that schmack. Fighting over little circle discs that have zero meaning. Arguing over empty boxes. Lots of quiet time. Thank God for the music from the IHome. The van is in the garage. There are full sweeping aisles on both sides of the van. Things are organized. There is a truck full to the hilt out front of crap that needed to be thrown out and my sister in law and I both made a trip in our separate cars to the Salvation Army of stuff that others could use.
Today I was embarrassed, humiliated, and exhausted. I was angry and let out quite a few outbursts but in the end, our garage is now presentable to both us and the outside world (should anyone dare to ever peek in). At some point I was having a cathartic feeling come over me. And as I was reading over the first letter I ever wrote my honey on October 20, 1990 (yes I found the first note I ever wrote him) and as I read a letter the Oldest wrote to Lucas a long time ago and cried tears, I realized, yes almost 100% of this stuff is crap, junk, not worth a dime but these few morsels I've come across are worth ten thousand tons of gold. So there. It's done and if it kills me, it will never and I mean never, never never ever get like that again.
The End; fur real.
PS see my girl over in the right. She is the Queen of her Garage in webland. I am the Queen of mine if real land. ;) I love her gown. Donchew?
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
1 comment:
i am proud of you that you got it done! now what is your next project :) tracy
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