i am so proud of myself that i have to tell the whole world.
on my day off from church (cancelled), work, and pretty much the world, i decided to finally rearrange my room. meaning, moving my desk into my mom’s room and throwing out her desk. should be easy right? the desk has wheels and i know i can move furniture on my own. WRONG. my desk wouldn’t wheel out of my room because it was too wide. it took me about 2 hours to figure out a way to transport it, taking breaks in between by doing laundry because i was so stressed out.
after cleaning the desk, unscrewing my doorknobs and door stopper, contemplating on taking the whole damn door off, and taking the desk apart, i finally got the desk to wiggle through the door! PRAISE GOD. because i was definitely praying hardcore. then i took apart my mom’s desk (EASILY ha) and reorganized/cleaned up the space. part two of my labor consisted of making cupcakes, a cake, and cookies. 5 hours of straight labor.
playing both the man and lady of the house was exhausting to say the least but i’m so proud of myself. i don’t need nobody! d:
in all honesty though, i can’t wait until i get married and stop having to be the only one to fix, clean, protect, cook, maintain, etc. this independent woman tip is harsh sometimes.
suppose i’m just a character from someone’s novel. a silly little character. a figment of someone’s silly imagination. they’d know how i mean.