I feel comatose. I’m not exactly sure the definition of that word but it sounds like my state of mind. Physically & emotionally, I am exhausted. The good news is, we have almost completely moved into the new house. I told my husband that we would qualify to be on the show “Hoarders” due to the massive quantity of crap (aka excessive decorations) we have everywhere. My garage sale pile is growing at a fast rate, thankfully.
This morning was eventful. I decided it would be a good idea to bring a plant stand into the kitchen. I needed something to put our Snake plant on. Well, the Snake plant stayed on the stand for maybe 30 seconds before it tipped over and shattered on the ground. There is nothing like seeing a massive pile of dirt & broken pottery in the middle of the kitchen. My husband came to the rescue but ended up clogging up the vacuum with styrofoam balls. Who knows how those got in the dirt pile. Our Cocker Spaniel, Charlie, at least once completely walked through the dirt mound. After locating the dust pan (it has been missing for days), we were able to get the dirt pile situation under control. Did I mention that our trash can has still not been delivered to our new house yet. Fun times.
Today honestly was a bit of an epic fail. We went to a gas station to grab a drink and happened to notice they had a hot bar of food. The first item that stood out was beans & rice. It looked questionable, but I figured it would be good protein. I got a side of that and some macaroni & cheese. With being a Vegetarian, the struggle is real. It is hard to find options when you are out. EVERYTHING seems to have meat in the ingredients. Anyway, by the time I got to the car and tasted the beans & rice I realized it was cooked with chicken broth. FML. The macaroni & cheese tasted like something I could not completely identify. Both ended up in the trash.
After the lunch attempt, we went on to Ollie’s. Or should I say, past Ollie’s. My husband asked me if I wanted to go there and I could not decide before we had passed it. He eventually found somewhere to make a U Turn. Ollie’s was having a pot sale. As in, plant pots. This definitely excited my husband, as he loves planting things. He kept asking me about really huge pots that were dark colors. Our styles are just different sometimes. I learned these things in Ollie’s:
- Buggies (shopping carts) can only hold about 4 medium pots
- Apparently, everyone in SC is gardening
- For the first time, I felt I was in competition over flower pots
- Deciding on which flower pots I should choose was equivalent to deciding how I want to die. (aka hard as hell)
I started with the idea to get nautical colored pots. I had these large white fish ones and this blue & white one. However, the colors did not seem right so I switched them out for multi colored fish pots. Then I decided to switch out the fish pots for a bird pot. From there I had to decide if I wanted any mini pots to go along with them. All while trying to remind myself what my husband was going to be planting in them for me. Getting caught up in buying an item because it is “cute” is a dangerous thing. Most women get caught in that web. After my husband had checked on me twice and I was still deciding, he started laughing. He had already found his pots and done a lap around the store. You know my husband was bored when he comes back with a pack of new tooth brushes. Logic aside, I finally decided on three bohemian looking pots. This was after stress, sweating, and dare I say panic. Pot panic that is.
After the Ollie’s adventure and spending almost $100 on pots… we headed over to Costco. Costco is supposed to save people money. And yet, I guarantee the majority come out spending more. They have a huge selection of items that appeal to women, men, and children. Everything from flat screens, beach chairs, garden plants, etc. We came out of there spending $87. It is crazy to look at your total and then see what you have in your buggy. A few of the things we grabbed were some milk, bananas, snacks, frozen stir fry, cereal, and cat food. It is fucking expensive to live.
Oh, on top of the shopping bill, my skin in Costco decided it wanted to have an allergic reaction. I was wearing a sleeveless top with some embroidery at the top. This embroidery has never bothered me before. In the store I started to feel itchy, as if my skin wanted to high tale it off my body. That is never a good sign. We looked for a shirt we could buy so that I could take the one I had on, off. Unfortunately, there were none. Even though my husband had been driving all day he drove us home, which I greatly appreciated. I could not get out of that shirt & bra fast enough when I got home.
My husband, dogs, and I am sure at least 2 cats are asleep in the bed we have downstairs. We are supposed to make 1-2 more trips over to the old house to get what is left. I’m thinking at this point, that may be happening tomorrow. I’m about to go feed the pets, let them out, and then probably lay down. I just wanted to write an update before I did that. It has been a crazy few weeks that is for sure. I’m relieved we chose this house. The yard is large & fenced, the front door actually stays closed (don’t ask), the tubs are made large enough for a human body, and there are extra rooms. Once we complete our move from the old house, I think we will feel a lot better.
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