The Scream-Now-Laugh-Later Kind of Day
Pretty much sums up our day.
Finally washed some clothes, but couldn't dry them.
Needed a sweater, but only had one. ..because my life's been in a suitcase for 3 straight weeks.
I was cold. It was wet. So, I dried it the only way I could think of.
In the truck's air vent.
Then a cockroach fell out of the ceiling.
While I did my hair. Imagine that. Just minding my own business, doing my thing, and then *crunch.* A cockroach, falling out of nowhere, hits the sink right in front of me, dies on impact, and twitches a few seconds laying on it's back before ceasing existence. I screamed. Bloody murder.
And we didn't have any toilet paper to clean it up with, of course....because we had just gotten the keys to our new condo...
Which was quite the fiasco itself (not enough energy to write about all that)...and since we ran out of time running around the city going from appointment to appointment...and because it was pouring down rain half the day, we couldn't get to our storage unit before 9PM.
So, we had to sleep on a blow up mattress.
Instead of our bed.
The one I've been waiting desperately to cuddle up on for 6 straight months.
The same one I thought I'd have Thursday. Which didn't happen.
And the one I thought surely I'd have last night.
Which also didn't happen.
Gee whiz, they're really making me work for this bed. Whoever they are.
But at least we're in our condo! And that's enough - at the end of the day - to put a smile on my face. Because progress, even when it's ugly, rainy, and cockroached, is still progress.
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