Tired But Happy

Today was a very productive day. Joe couldn’t come over because he’s sick, or so he says. He claims to have a fever of 102° but I’m not so sure. I wouldn’t put it past him to get out of helping unpack by feigning illness. I can just hear he ugly names he’ll call me when I actually say that to him. It’ll be fun to see what new ones he can come up with on a second’s notice. He knows I love him and I do hope he feels better.

In any case, we got a lot done. My bed is in place, almost. The box spring just refuses to come down here so my mattress is on the floor. I don’t mind, it’s just hard for an old chick like me to get up from that close to the ground. I’m not sure what we’ll try next, but I do know that I will come up with something to get my mattress on the box spring. For now, though, it’s fine. As long as I have a soft place to sleep, I’m good to go.

The kids’ bedroom furniture is all in place except for the boys’ bunk beds. I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember where I put the hardware to put them back together again. I kept going over and over, in my mind, all the containers I had in my room back at Ellen’s where I might have put the bag with the nuts and bolts. The beds are down here, as are the mattresses. I really wanted to have them together before the kids got home tonight. I didn’t because of the missing hardware. Then, suddenly, I was sitting outside mentally going through all the boxes and bins that I’d had there when I realized I forgot about the laundry basket that I just through all the toiletries in before we came here. I looked and there was the baggie. Whew!! Now I can get their beds put together tomorrow for them.

After that it’s just a matter of taking things out of boxes. I’m not going to completely unpack all of my possessions, mind you; this is not a permanent situation. I’m hoping that, within a couple of months, I’ll be able to get my own place. Whether I’m earning my own income, or whether I’m still on assistance, I want to be stable again and in my own private residence. Not that I don’t like it here; it’s extremely pleasant. I’ve known Kara for 23 years and we’re very much alike. I just prefer being on my own and not having to depend on my friends for anything. Sometimes that just doesn’t happen, though.

The kids are cool with things so far. They’re enjoying the company of Kara’s two kids, and they all had a blast today. Dinner was noisy but enjoyable. We all took turns telling knock-knock jokes, some of them made up by the kids, but still funny. Tomorrow her kids will be in school, and I’ll be enrolling mine so they’ll be home with me. Barring any problems with paperwork, they’ll be in school on Tuesday. Ty and Zach are excited about it and can’t wait to take the bus with Kara’s kids. They’ll be going to two different schools, but, at least, they’ll have someone to ride with. I’m sure they’ll be fine. I’ll look for a local Head Start to see if I can get Dolly in. I hope so because she really likes it.

Otherwise, things are just rolling along for us. Dinner menus are planned for this week and next, and a to-do list is ready and waiting in the wings. I’ll be busy, busy, busy, but happy, happy, happy to be doing something other than sitting around doing nothing like I was doing in Independence. Ah, the joy of having steady things to do. The only thing better than that is actually getting paid for doing the “steady things” on the list. Maybe in a couple of weeks.

Until next time…peace to all.