I admit to overdoing it today. I just can't help it. I feel so guilty about all the time my son is spending with me--taking me to surgery, carrying garage sale things to Ohio, and helping me next weekend with the move. I want everything to be completely packed up before he comes on Friday night. I refuse to ask him to do more. So I am going to finish the last of the stuff in the den today or else.
I have always been very independent and try to be responsible for my own actions. Well, after paying two guys to cart a bunch of furniture down to my garage for pickup by charity, I can't get anyone to pick it up. And I cannot put it out for the trash because that is not until Tuesday morning or I will be fined. So now we are going to move it to OHio, except for maybe two pieces, and then drop it off at my son't house for the garage sale, which means he will have to do more hauling. My really big goof for not planning this better and ordering a pickup earlier. Also, he is OK now, but he was very sick last year, and I don't like to make him work.
The thing is that he and his wife always pay for movers to pack them up and unpack, but I cannot afford the several thousand dollars and I also had to toss things, so I always do it the hard way. Being single and not having much money a lot of my life has always meant doing things the hard way, and I am just really tired of it.
So 30 minutes more packing, and I am taking a nap. Sorry to complain to all of you, but I needed to have someone to listen. My toe is sore but doing OK. No swelling or hotness.