So tired tonight. And sore.
Ventured to IKEA today. We'd never been there before. It was fun but exhausting. I've never seen a shopping cart where each wheel could turn independently. It was nearly impossible trying to keep the cart going in a straight path while Scooter was helping me steer. It was an adventure, to be sure.
I looked quite the sight, too. Hot flashes and rosacea combined make for a really interesting look. The flushing was going all the way down my neck, even. Ahh. The wonders of growing old.
The girls don't have dressers in their rooms for a few reasons. First, they tend to forget where things are, if they're in drawers. Second, they have a heck of a time being able to get things in and out of them and still be able to get the drawers closed. And third, they have a hard time closing the drawers without breaking them. We've had to reattach the fronts of the drawers of baker's rack in the kitchen several times over the years, because Hopper closes the drawers with such force that they come apart. Even after we've glued them.
Plus the girls have used some sort of cubbies in school for the last how many years, so they're used to the system. They know how it works. We just think it will be a good investment for them, so they'll be able to keep their rooms clean and will be able to find what they're looking for, since there will be a place for them to put their things. We're hoping to get them put together tomorrow, since we won't be doing anything with them tonight.
Before we left for IKEA, we got the Christmas tree down and the decorations put away. We've been wanting to get them put away for a couple weeks now, but everyone's been a bit under the weather, and we just didn't get around to it. It's really nice to have it all put away, so we don't have to dread getting it done, and at least we didn't keep it up for over a year like we have in the past. I can't express how really glad I am that it's done. I'm so tired tonight I can't imagine having to put it away tomorrow.
Speaking of tired...
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.