One More Push
This week is my LAST chance to get things in order at Casa South. To say that I'm stressed out is putting it mildly.
It makes me angry beyond words that the house still isn't ready. My only option now is to give it one more Herculean push and hope it's enough.
I nagged Greg for YEARS--years, mind you, knowing these last few months would be hell on earth even under the best of circumstances. But you can't convince a procrastinator that chores clone themselves when you're not looking.
Don't get me wrong. It's ridiculously hard to keep a ranch running all by yourself. We're running two ranches simultaneously pretty much by our lonesome. That's all the more reason not to let the little things pile up. I'm not as strong, bright, or mechanically adept as Greg is, so I'm always busting my keester trying to stay one up on problems when they appear.
Putting a house on the market is serious business and everything has to be perfect. I'm depending on him to keep the house and acreage immaculate once I'm gone.
It's a rotten job to be the nag, but I can't be in two places at once, and it's not like any of this was unexpected. We both knew the timetable.
At least most of the big chores are done. My biggest concern right now is painting the house, which I'll do this weekend, and mowing the acreage so it looks nice and neat.
I'm already dead tired from moving a mountain of dirt (by hand), birthing baby goats, and jumping up in the middle of the night every time Tank so much as makes a whimper. My shoulders are one giant knot from putting in the garden. And I haven't even had the chance to mow and rake my place yet. It'll have to wait until I get back.
I tell myself that it's just one more week of giving it all I've got, but I gotta be honest, I'm not sure how much I've got left in me.
My goal right now is to empty Casa South as much as possible. Less clutter will make it easier to keep neat and presentable.
All I want right now is to put this behind me. Wish me luck--or send me a truck full of hardy elves!
It makes me angry beyond words that the house still isn't ready. My only option now is to give it one more Herculean push and hope it's enough.
I nagged Greg for YEARS--years, mind you, knowing these last few months would be hell on earth even under the best of circumstances. But you can't convince a procrastinator that chores clone themselves when you're not looking.
Don't get me wrong. It's ridiculously hard to keep a ranch running all by yourself. We're running two ranches simultaneously pretty much by our lonesome. That's all the more reason not to let the little things pile up. I'm not as strong, bright, or mechanically adept as Greg is, so I'm always busting my keester trying to stay one up on problems when they appear.
Putting a house on the market is serious business and everything has to be perfect. I'm depending on him to keep the house and acreage immaculate once I'm gone.
It's a rotten job to be the nag, but I can't be in two places at once, and it's not like any of this was unexpected. We both knew the timetable.
At least most of the big chores are done. My biggest concern right now is painting the house, which I'll do this weekend, and mowing the acreage so it looks nice and neat.
I'm already dead tired from moving a mountain of dirt (by hand), birthing baby goats, and jumping up in the middle of the night every time Tank so much as makes a whimper. My shoulders are one giant knot from putting in the garden. And I haven't even had the chance to mow and rake my place yet. It'll have to wait until I get back.
I tell myself that it's just one more week of giving it all I've got, but I gotta be honest, I'm not sure how much I've got left in me.
My goal right now is to empty Casa South as much as possible. Less clutter will make it easier to keep neat and presentable.
All I want right now is to put this behind me. Wish me luck--or send me a truck full of hardy elves!
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And you're right. It'll be over in a few months one way or another. I just want to survive it to enjoy the rewards.
I also have the exact same man who says, "I'll do it tomorrow."
Take a deep breath. You got this. Then you can collapse.
"One step at a time." (If you're thinking journeys)
or if you rather...
"One bite at a time." (If you're thinking Elephant stir fry)
It will get done, you casa south will sell and all the angst will become a memory you will look back on some day and wonder why you worried so much. {Speaking from bitter experience here on that one!]
But the end is in sight! You're almost there and you'll never have to do it again!
If you had married a marine, you'd be going through the opposite like me. Every turn I take he's directing me and my time. "Come here, need your help."
"We need to get to the store."
"We need chlorine for the pool."
"Will have to go by Lowes."
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Did you pay the bills yet?"
"Call our daughter and ask her if she's coming over for dinner."
Me:
"Stop it! I'm your wife, not your secretary! Sheesh."
I don't mind if people give me objectives. After that, leave me alone. Don't micromanage. It will get done and then some.
And this, too, shall pass :)
You definitely deserve that hot tub but it sounds like you'll have to hire someone to put it in for you.
Don't make me send Angela up there to boss you into taking care of you ;)
In the meantime, you have my prayers. *hugs*
It'll all work out in the end.
Try not to work yourself to death.
At least there's light at the end of the tunnel. I just hope there's not a train attached to it.
Might be time to do it again.