No kidding. I guess today I am recovering from the traumas of yesterday.... I have notes to do it's not going to happen. I know I will regret this later....
I have decided for the last couple weeks here I am specifically not going to TRY to work hard. I mean, I work way too hard already. I need my weekends currently.
The idea of moving Yet Another Time fills me with horror, frankly. I've done it enough (plus what is left to do at my house) is filling me with trauma.
I'm trying to convince the husband to hire movers for the big stuff, because we really need my 10 days off to fix up the house (I have the potential to double my money, based on current market value) so I'd be insane not to do it.... Me and my husband have done this like 6 times for relatives for free.... He does the heavy lifting, I do cleaning, scrubbing and PAINT (the easy stuff). We call ourselves the Remediators, and it is WORTH it, but it hurts worse every time. I mean, I scrub until I get bleeding knuckles, tape them and go on.
So yeah, there is a potential payoff, but every cell in my body screams "FLEE ANNA FLEE." Lol
Anna