Last week I started getting ready for Halloween. I already knew that getting all my fun decorations up would be challenging, but I hadn't expected how challenging. The weather had taken a quick turn to chilly and I needed some warm clothes too. So, besides the nightmare of trying on jeans, getting clothes and decorations up and down in laundry baskets was a 
pain in the arse. Okay, difficult.
I was smart enough to ask Marie and her boyfriend to bring up the two boxes marked Halloween. One was for the kitchen hutch and around the house the other was for the mantel. Now, I had to get all the lovely china, much of which were grandma's tea cups, down stairs in one piece. During the spring and summer I decorate the hutch with plates and tea cups with flowers on them. The china is old and delicate. I decided to multitastk and used my walker to wheel in a laundry basket of summer clothes put some china around and in them. I ended up with three baskets of clothes and china to go downstairs.
I put the baskets to the side and dusted down the hutch and started pulling out Halloween. It was great! Before too long it was done the box was empty. Bob then took the baskets down for me, where I stored away the china. I then emptied the plastic storage container and put the rest of my winter clothes on the couch so I could put summer clothes in it. I was almost done but completely whipped!!!! I was looking at a couch of sweaters and such while my feet hurt and legs ached and trembled. There was no way I was going to be able to get that stuff upstairs. I didn't even think that I would get myself upstairs.
I sat for a moment and decided to leave it. It was Tuesday which is an AA night for m
e, but I didn't feel like it. However, I had received a call that a friend was bringing a book for me that I was interested in. Crap, I had to go.
I went to find it crowed yet missing the only reason I came. I sat through the meet at a table of people I knew but I didn't talk. My mind wasn't there. It was at home. I was thinking about the stairs, cards I want to make, fatigue, a party I'm going to have, fatigue, and the mantel that hadn't been done yet.
When I came home Bob greeted me I started to cry. (tired) I told him that I can't do
it any more. It's too much. He came over to me and told me not to worry, that we'll do the mantel together. He said people are here to help you, and to let them.
I put on my robe and curled up on the couch feeling comfortable and comforted. It's just hard to let someone help me when I've always done it myself. I don't mean my way, but independent of others. I have taken a some pride, but mostly enjoyment, in my celebration of Halloween and then there's those three Xmas trees downstairs. (that will be another blog.)
As of now the mantel is decorated and looks absolutely spooky!
Thank you Bob! You're the best thing since The Great Pumpkin.
pain in the arse. Okay, difficult.I was smart enough to ask Marie and her boyfriend to bring up the two boxes marked Halloween. One was for the kitchen hutch and around the house the other was for the mantel. Now, I had to get all the lovely china, much of which were grandma's tea cups, down stairs in one piece. During the spring and summer I decorate the hutch with plates and tea cups with flowers on them. The china is old and delicate. I decided to multitastk and used my walker to wheel in a laundry basket of summer clothes put some china around and in them. I ended up with three baskets of clothes and china to go downstairs.
I put the baskets to the side and dusted down the hutch and started pulling out Halloween. It was great! Before too long it was done the box was empty. Bob then took the baskets down for me, where I stored away the china. I then emptied the plastic storage container and put the rest of my winter clothes on the couch so I could put summer clothes in it. I was almost done but completely whipped!!!! I was looking at a couch of sweaters and such while my feet hurt and legs ached and trembled. There was no way I was going to be able to get that stuff upstairs. I didn't even think that I would get myself upstairs.
I sat for a moment and decided to leave it. It was Tuesday which is an AA night for m
e, but I didn't feel like it. However, I had received a call that a friend was bringing a book for me that I was interested in. Crap, I had to go.I went to find it crowed yet missing the only reason I came. I sat through the meet at a table of people I knew but I didn't talk. My mind wasn't there. It was at home. I was thinking about the stairs, cards I want to make, fatigue, a party I'm going to have, fatigue, and the mantel that hadn't been done yet.
When I came home Bob greeted me I started to cry. (tired) I told him that I can't do
it any more. It's too much. He came over to me and told me not to worry, that we'll do the mantel together. He said people are here to help you, and to let them.I put on my robe and curled up on the couch feeling comfortable and comforted. It's just hard to let someone help me when I've always done it myself. I don't mean my way, but independent of others. I have taken a some pride, but mostly enjoyment, in my celebration of Halloween and then there's those three Xmas trees downstairs. (that will be another blog.)
As of now the mantel is decorated and looks absolutely spooky!
Thank you Bob! You're the best thing since The Great Pumpkin.
3:45 p.m.
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