I have to admit I’ve been feeling rather sorry for myself lately. Yes I know I’m embarking on a rather huge adventure and I should be happy to get to the grindstone and make it happen but truth be told, I’m rather exhausted, and working with a partner is always better.
Right now I find myself missing my companion, my husband, the one who’s supposed to be here helping me clean up our mess so we can adventure towards our new life together
I sit here staring at the yard I haven’t had time to tend due to my own job, wondering how the heck I’m going to conquer the house, the yard, and the move, while maintaining some shred of sanity. Wishing I had a way to teleport all our stuff up to the new house so I can get it out of my way, and get this place cleaned up, doesn't seem to me doing me any good. Despite my tears no fairy godmother has appeared to save the day.
I find it hard to decide who’s poor decision to clean up first. As I sit here moping the world feels as though it’s going to crush me I hear the sound of a facebook notification from the speaker of my computer. My fairy godmother has arrived. A friend has offered to bring her family out to help me, and as if she waved her magic wand the feeling of despair has been lifted. I can see our poor decisions in a whole new light and I know just what I need to do to prepare for their arrival.
A special thanks to my friend and her family for coming out to give me a hand! You got me unstuck. Thank-you so much!!
Live Life To The Fullest
Hi, I'm Cyndi Bird, hobby homesteader, aspiring writer, amature photographer, art and craft enthousiast and wanna be cook.