I Dream of Moose: Venticular Wackycardia

That's my Grey's Anatomy knowledge talking...

(also.../sob)

I forgot why I came here.
Like.
What was I going to talk about?

OH! Yes, more whining about things that are wonderful and marvelous.
I'M DOCUMENTING MY LIFE. Leave me alone.
I feel like I need to take a week off for EACH thing I need to do for the house.
I need to figure out this clothing situation. I didn't do a good job of keeping up with laundry before we moved so there's really no telling what is clean and what isn't and where it should go.
But! Let's celebrate my moment of awesome last night where it was past ten o'clock and I was dog tired but I stayed up to sweep, vacuum and mop and wipe the baseboards of our laundry room so we could put in the machines. Operation Laundry is a go! Maybe.
I need to unpack our like, eight ginormous kitchen boxes so, I don't know, maybe we can start eating like civilized humans. I tried to make a sandwich for lunch this morning and, go figure, a plastic knife was not the easiest cheese slicing implement. I need to figure out how I want to organize the kitchen, considering it's basically the size of our bedroom in the apartment. ALL OF THE CUPBOARDS. Old Mother Hubbard hit the jackpot, peeps.
I have probably around five projects lined up in need of a good DIY session but are they gonna happen? NO. Because carpet. And laying. And laying on carpet.
But really. I haven't even done the research to figure out how exactly I want to scrub down our scummy couch so that it looks less dingy and meth labby, or scrap off the gunk from the bookshelves that my sisters ruined back in our childhood but I've held on to them because BOOKS.
WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY BOOKS?
Oh yeah, cuz books are da bomb dot com, yo.

I want to make a cushion top for the hope chest so that it's functional as a seating bench (and so no glasses get placed on top of it, further ruining the surface) but HAH. Sure, okay Hope. Keep dreaming.
I mean, we were fully moved in Sunday night. We moved a couple things around that evening but it was all complete. There were no longer any of our belongings at the apartment. And so far....
I've cleared a spot for the piano.
That's basically it.
And I'm so close to going bananas, the piano is all packed up at my parents house so I logically should probably use the company whose packing is wrapped around said piano but I can't get a number for them because...well, certain people are busy and haven't communicated with me.

And on the flipside of all of this...
I am so completely, and totally, and marvelously happy with the way our life is going right now. There are many tough spots and things that aren't easy. Complications that aren't beneficial. But I appreciate that the trials give me the opportunity to be grateful. Grateful for what IS going well, and for the blessings we DO get to enjoy.
So while work is like...