so much cardboard..
Well if I'm gonna be flattened by a virus Pablo has taken home from school for us it's not so bad if the worst of comes of a day when new cotton pj bottoms and very soft fleecy jumper arrives. We are well coordinated, it's all about the duck egg shades, the new stuff, our duvet cover, pillow cases and the towel on the bathroom floor are all pale greeny blues. We particularly like it against the vintage pink bath mat.. What's not so good is the house being a bit like after moving in because there is so much boxes and stuff everywhere. Will be cool when we get it all organised and get rid of the overly large dresser, chuck out or donate stuff and stop keeping things we never use. Including the new flares that are supposed to be a size 14 but are closer to 8 - 10 and we don't send stuff back, our mind freaks at the thought of that. The only other new stuff fuck up is plant pots that were supposed to be for in doors but are huge. They will be good for outside though and are bright and beautiful, they will probably survive the winter in the leaky outside shed, will maybe share them with a neighbour or two and have order some of a more appropriate size, got the tape measure out and repeatedly checked.
It's amazing the difference a house plant can make. The fern in the bathroom was decent sized and dead healthy out its box will be very cool when its hanging up. The one with the heart shaped leaves is healthy but tiny. They should all be potted up and hanging and being lovely and relaxing soon. The prints are here to put nothing is going up until we can get organised. There's a cheap basket and drawer bedside table that we are not letting ourself even open the box until we have struggling to get the dresser out the door and unwrapped the new hoover that we have no idea where we can store. It will work for more than a three minutes at a time though and that's the main fucking thing.
There is something else we wanted to mention. One of little things that most people find easy to do but we have never been able to before. Buying nightnurse. Not sure if it helped much but worth a go. We got about five, six hours before the dreams, the bladder and pain in swallowing woke us up. Bad night for spending most of our REMing time desperately trying to wake up and drag ourself out of whatever lonely bleak discomfort we get trapped in every night.
We did get the most essential things done. Had psych appointment but was a bit vague and a women was having a loud freak out in another room and that didn't help, think they were trying to get us to talk about being little but we weren't up for it. Made it to junior's appointment, he is now officially autistic he liked the doctor so much he wished he could see him every week but the doc said they case will most likely be closed now he has the diagnosis, got his hair and whiskers tidied. We have registered with a dentist and sorted out bills, lots to feel relieved about.
Thinking and disentangling memories about our murdered girlfriend and our sister Zoe, hoping she is still as commited, determined and as talented as we remember.
It's amazing the difference a house plant can make. The fern in the bathroom was decent sized and dead healthy out its box will be very cool when its hanging up. The one with the heart shaped leaves is healthy but tiny. They should all be potted up and hanging and being lovely and relaxing soon. The prints are here to put nothing is going up until we can get organised. There's a cheap basket and drawer bedside table that we are not letting ourself even open the box until we have struggling to get the dresser out the door and unwrapped the new hoover that we have no idea where we can store. It will work for more than a three minutes at a time though and that's the main fucking thing.
There is something else we wanted to mention. One of little things that most people find easy to do but we have never been able to before. Buying nightnurse. Not sure if it helped much but worth a go. We got about five, six hours before the dreams, the bladder and pain in swallowing woke us up. Bad night for spending most of our REMing time desperately trying to wake up and drag ourself out of whatever lonely bleak discomfort we get trapped in every night.
We did get the most essential things done. Had psych appointment but was a bit vague and a women was having a loud freak out in another room and that didn't help, think they were trying to get us to talk about being little but we weren't up for it. Made it to junior's appointment, he is now officially autistic he liked the doctor so much he wished he could see him every week but the doc said they case will most likely be closed now he has the diagnosis, got his hair and whiskers tidied. We have registered with a dentist and sorted out bills, lots to feel relieved about.
Thinking and disentangling memories about our murdered girlfriend and our sister Zoe, hoping she is still as commited, determined and as talented as we remember.
