Got My Freedom, Hoping for My Own Space

Paul got his own place yesterday. He left work early to get to the rental office before they closed for the weekend; he got his address and got the key. The lady told him, however, that the carpet guys hadn't been there yet and wouldn't be there until 5:00 that evening and that it would take about three hours for them to get the carpet in. Ugh... That meant he'd be spending one more night here. No worries.

He got up this morning and took the kids out to breakfast. I was invited to go along but decided against it. Paul doesn't need to spend more money than necessary and I was looking forward to the quiet time I'd get before we started moving him to his place. I knew the kids would be all over the place and that we'd be busy all day. I needed to relax beforehand. They returned from breakfast about an hour-and-a-half later and we got to work.

Between his truck and my van we had plenty of room and we made four trips each getting his belongings moved. We'd load up at my place then both of us would drive to his place and unload everything. The only thing we didn't do was rent a hand truck, which would have come in handy since he's got three small flights of stairs to walk to get up to his place. Each staircase was only seven steps, but the top of each one turned on a landing to the next. Twenty one steps up and down each time we loaded something out of the van or the truck.

We finally got everything into his place at around 3:00. We all relaxed a short while and the kids and I came back to our place. We were starved and tired. I couldn't sit just yet, though, because I had to get Dolly's room swept and get her bed moved into her room. Paul had been using it but Dolly was sleeping in my room before that because she didn't have a bed. While Paul was living here I bought a twin bed from my next-door neighbor for $15 and put it in the basement in anticipation of Paul getting his place quickly.

Dolly and I cleaned her room and got her bed in there. She was go excited that she had to sit on her own bed and watch TV by herself for a while. I came downstairs to make dinner - corn dogs and french fries - and to begin relaxing; shoes off, beer in hand. After we ate we all sat down to watch TV together. Nickelodeon had all new shows on tonight that the kids wanted to watch so I got the privilege of watching them, too. I don't mind, some of them are okay. But sitting was a mistake; the next time I got up I could barely move.

My muscles ache from shoulders to ankles and I'm sure they'll hurt even more in the morning. I hope not too badly because I need to do laundry which requires me walking up and down my basement stairs all day. I'm just looking forward to sleeping in my own bed alone tonight. I'll have room to relax and move without getting kicked in the leg or slapped across the nose by Dolly. I just hope she spends the entire night in her own bed. She says she will but I'm not so sure. She's been sleeping in my bed, pretty much, since she was born.

I just need to get my own space. I've finally got my home back now that Paul is gone; I'd like to have my own room, all to myself, with a bed that belongs only to me. I want it for tonight so that I can stretch out and hopefully not feel a sore as I think I will in the morning; I want it every other night so I can finally feel like a grown-up in my own bedroom. Fingers crossed Dolly likes having her own room and bed; maybe she and I can grow up together. :)

Until next time...peace to all.