Day 157: Only me

Only I can really cause the kind of destruction I did on a day like today. It only ever happens to me and is totally my own fault.

Today, my dad left. He pulled out around 8am and I decided that would be a great time to start really working on my house and getting all the Christmas decorations going. (You can kinda see where this is going, huh?) In my house is a HUGE entertainment center. It is a German shrunk that allows you to adjust the height of the shelves that are over the TV area. Well, when I an first put it together, the bottom shelf was too high for my liking, and I decided now to right that wrong. Instead of cleaning it all off, I thought I could just move it with everything on there... yeah, that was stupid. I had a really pretty crystal cross that I bought in Germany on there, and it flew off and shattered. When I say it shattered, it really shattered. There were pieces everywhere. So, I cleaned up my mess, and decided that since the only really breakable thing on there was already broken, I could go ahead with the initial plan. EPIC FAIL! So, as I am moving the shelf, I apparently put it in there in such a way that the two support sides, were pushed out, and the top two shelves came crashing down on top of me. The kids were upstairs, so I had to yell for my oldest to come help me get stuff, so I could keep the boards from falling on the TV. It was a disaster. Luckily, though, only one thing broke, and that was a wax warmer. So, my sidetracked self decided that since I had already removed the center boards and TV, it would be light enough to move. So, I rearranged my living room. Then had to clean it all back up again, and put back together the entertainment center.

After that, I put up the Christmas tree and put up all the decorations that belong on the entertainment center. The living room looks good now, but it was painful to get it there. The funniest part is that, in the course of all that, I was scratched up and bruised, but didn't notice it until I was getting ready for bed tonight. My husband got on Skype with me tonight as I was sitting in the living room, and immediately noticed, by the little bit of background that he could see, that I rearranged the living room. So, I told him the whole story of what happened. After ascertaining that I was okay, he chuckled at it a little bit and told me to be more careful next time. After getting off with him, I called my best friend and talked to her for a little bit. I told her about my stupid exploits and she was rolling, laughing so hard. All she could say was, "Only you, Laura. Only you." And I had to agree. It was a total me thing to do.

The days are starting to move a little more now. Not quite as fast as they were feeling before R&R, but getting better. Taking it one day at a time.