Thumps, bumps and curses
May. 30th, 2010 06:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrDelia's agitation to finish the Room Rearrangement of Doom reached fusion this weekend. Fiona's bed has finally been moved to my old office her new bedroom, which seems to be a critical tipping point, touching off a cascade of other displacements. There is a dresser in the hallway, boxes of books on my bed, and an armchair on the landing of the stairs, necessitating clambering over it anytime anyone wants to go upstairs or downstairs. Despite my shrill remonstrances, two bookshelves are remaining in my old office Fiona's bedroom. The rearrangement of furniture that Fiona decided upon, necessitated by the placement of the heat register and the closet, makes absolutely no sense to me, none. It is physically painful for me to even look at it. I mean, that bookcase Just. Does. Not. Fit. In. There and it is absurd to have two bookcases sitting smack in the middle of the room. I have been overruled and have retreated to my closet my office nook to lick my wounds in defeat.
I wonder if we will all be still speaking to each other by the time the weekend is over.
I have to make dinner. I have zero incentive to do so, considering 1) the girls already made pasta for themselves and ate it and 2) the stove is still covered with dirty pots and pans even though Rob did a drainer of dishes. I just can't bear to cook in a dirty kitchen and don't see the point when they won't eat what I make anyway.
I really am crabby. I think I should simply go out and eat by myself.
I think I may get some doublestick tape and tape up art cards on the slanted ceiling of my office nook. I need something to cheer me up. I also found my book cover plates, finally, and I may see about getting them mounted to put on the wall. Maybe hang up a string of fairy lights, too. Maybe.
I wonder if we will all be still speaking to each other by the time the weekend is over.
I have to make dinner. I have zero incentive to do so, considering 1) the girls already made pasta for themselves and ate it and 2) the stove is still covered with dirty pots and pans even though Rob did a drainer of dishes. I just can't bear to cook in a dirty kitchen and don't see the point when they won't eat what I make anyway.
I really am crabby. I think I should simply go out and eat by myself.
I think I may get some doublestick tape and tape up art cards on the slanted ceiling of my office nook. I need something to cheer me up. I also found my book cover plates, finally, and I may see about getting them mounted to put on the wall. Maybe hang up a string of fairy lights, too. Maybe.
