An early post for a change…

So, on Friday we packed up our small amount of belongings that we have here and moved into our home. The night before I worked until 12:30am, got home at 1:30 and went to bed a little after 2am only to wake up at 4:30am. We had to pick up our uhaul at 5am so all day I was dragging and exhausted. But we finished! We put everything away and got ready for bed. I was so ready for bed, but when I was finally in bed I couldn’t go to sleep, I was wide awake. 😖 Once again, I’m in a new place and I couldn’t find my night lights. Yes I have nightlights. I don’t think that’s weird because my brother also has nightlights all over the house. We had this growing up so I need this now in adult life.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely happy to be at our new home. I did not like the rental house we were at, not at all. It was too big, echoed a lot, very dark and gloomy, depressing, and empty. Our new house is bright and cozy and comfortable. I am happy at our new home. I deep cleaned the entire place and am caulking every little crack I see like my mom use to – it makes my heart feel better.

The next day we spent the entire day deep cleaning our home and Dave spent all day fixing electrical stuff and plumbing. I never doubt my husband- Never – when he says he can fix it then he can fix it. But I’m always so happy, impressed, proud of him for doing so. He is so smart! He can literally do everything and anything, and if he has any type of qualms my father-in-law always has the answer. They are so alike and so smart. I also called pest control and they are coming out tomorrow. This makes me happy. Then they will come out once a month, I asked for once a week but I don’t think they offer once a week so Dave said he would treat weekly to help my anxiety. Listen, I don’t care if y’all think I’m being (insert whatever word here) this is me, I have never liked insects and bugs- they all scare me. My anxiety is over the roof right now over it, they don’t just startle me I full on panic and have anxiety attacks. I wish I wasn’t though. I’ve been calling my mom to leave work forever – thankfully my parents owned the bars so my dad would just tell her to go home lol. My mom says I’m weird because I’ve had guns pointed at my face multiple times when I bartended, intruders in my home, attempted muggings, stalker and that didn’t even phase me. Some crazy mofo coming at me- we’re gonna dance baby, but bugs – FUCK NO. Terrified.
Anyway, I will slowly buy the things for our home that we had to get rid of. We have the small stuff packed up but the big furniture items we had to get rid of. I don’t know how to decorate, I mean I do. I like very girly/boho style homes. Bright, cheery, extremely colorful. My husband does not like this. That’s ok though, because I’m getting all of the opinions from momma Debbie and aunt Susie. When I see something I send it over to get their opinions. They are so good! I also ask my brother, he went to FIDM and he really knows how to make ANY space look fabulous but also my wallet can’t afford my brothers taste, hell it can’t even afford mine. LOL That last sentence makes me remember my childhood because my brother is older than me and a fabulous gay man and he was always into fashion, high end brands, looking sharp and cared about appearances; and me…I’ve always been thrifty, simple, don’t care what people may think of me I’m going to do what makes my heart happy. Very opposite. I remember wearing the same pair of converse for YEARS. They were old, dirty, holes, but they worked and I liked em. I shopped at all thrift shops and welcomed hand me downs, he would never. Why get new ones when these old things work so well and one day after having them all through middle and high school and then some more after that I woke up, got ready and they were gone. He tossed em and replaced them with a brand new pair and I freaked out! I was so upset. I went outside and get them out of the trash bin but he knew I’d do this so this happened on trash day. Sigh. Anyway, he and I are very different.
I lost my train of thought…I’m sorry. But hey my husband said it’s time to leave for errands so – so, good day!