Ha.
Hahahahaha. So funny. Because I have yet to experience a weekend that wasn't physically strenuous.
I spent most of yesterday and today helping pack up my dad's office so that we could move it into the house. My parents are trying to cut down on expenses so that they can have extra money, and while getting rid of the office saves them $1000 a month, it also makes our house feel super tiny and cramped.
My dad's master plan is to use the extra money to pay off the family car as well as save up to buy a bigger house where he can have a separate room for his office. Currently, by my estimation, that plan is going to take 5 years to show any results, but hey, by then I'll be moved out and (hopefully) travelling around with the military.
But right now there are boxes. Boxes everywhere. And two huge desks, 3 bookshelves, 3 lateral filing cabinets in our living room. And a ton of chairs under our car port. Our neighbors hate us. But back to the boxes. They're piled floor to ceiling, and are blocking our front door and french doors that open up to our backyard. So we now only have two exits: the back door and laundry room door, both of which are on the other side of the house. If there was a fire we'd have to jump out of our windows because there are too many damn boxes to maneuver around. Fun stuff.
But yeah. After a full day of loading and unloading heavy office furniture and boxes full of books my body is in pain. Luckily, my dad is in an equal amount of pain, meaning that we might get to skip our Monday work-out. Gosh I hope so. I just want to soak in a warm bath for the rest of eternity while I read Harry Potter.
Well look at it this way. If there is a fire, then the boxes will catch fire so it doesn't matter they're blocking the doors. I hate it when things get that cramped though.
ReplyDeleteYup! And they would burn like mad because 90% of them are filled with books and papers!
DeleteAren't you also worried about things falling down and crushing you? There was a guy who was a hoarder who built a maze out of all his boxes of junk and one day, his maze turned on him and crushed him to death.
ReplyDeletePleasant thoughts. ._.
Oh man. Now I'm afraid of the boxes falling and crushing my little brother.
DeleteThankfully, our house isn't hoarder-cramped. The boxes are all condensed in big clumps along the walls, under tables, etc.
My room is about to be temporarily full of boxes as I attempt to pack away my life. Equally fun stuff, I assure you.
ReplyDeleteThere are boxes everywhere in my room, I know how you feel. And I think you deserve to relax with Harry Potter :) x
ReplyDeleteMaybe you can do like in the movie the Karate Kid and get in shape just through all the laborious tasks your dad gives you to do, and not even have to worry about going to the gym.
ReplyDeleteWow. That sounds like a lot of work.
ReplyDeleteI miss Harry Potter!!!!
Sorry I haven't been commenting on your blog very much. I still love it and read it a lot!!!
Hope you're doin' okay. :)