So the Easter long-weekend was my first trip back to Mom and Dad’s since I moved out on March 8th. And it was rough. I was reminded on the phone before I even got there why I was so incredibly grateful to be back on my own.
I knew that after 10 months of being trapped in close confines with my mother that I was going to need a little distance. Back in the day, I used to go home for one weekend a month. Now the thought of going back makes me cringe.
When I moved out of my parents house after University I was at a point in my life where I could barely speak with my mother without getting super stressed. It took a few years to get us to the point where I could handle her criticisms for what it was and to not get anxious the second I saw their number on my caller ID. I had put up barriers, and all was well.
Fast forward 6 years and not only was I dealing with the stress of the fire, but I was tossed back into life with mom. It wasn’t pretty. Within a few months I was back to being anxious the second I came home and barking back when I felt attacked…which was pretty much every day.
Now that I’m back on my own, I need to re-build those barriers and get myself back to a place where I can easily shut her down when I need to. And that means not going home for a while. It’s easier to deal on the phone. It’s unfortunate that things deteriorated back to this but given our relationship and my triggers, it’s not surprising.
Obligatory kitten photo!
BTW….sofa delivery is official for this Saturday. Pics to follow!!!
Ok so I was totally raised Catholic and went to Church on Easter all the time. Keep in mind, mass on Good Friday is basically the most depressing service EVER. It’s basically a funeral. There’s no singing, there’s no pretty flowers. There’s a black shroud and a reminder that we are shitty humans but Jesus died for us anyway. Which means today is supposed to be a somber day where I mourn the death of Christ and repent the sins that he died for.
Which basically means I’m going to hell. But honestly, if you haven’t seen this movie or play. YOU NEED TO. Even if you’re not Catholic. It’s a classic Hippie Rock Opera. And the movie is EPIC. Go forth and watch. GO!!
I have been a little AWOL the last week or so because it has been disgustingly busy at work. My co-worker who is the other minion in my department is on vacation so I’m pulling double duty this week. Add on that it’s a short week because of Good Friday and I’m pretty busy.
On a good note, I’m settled into the apartment despite the fact that I STILL don’t have my new sofa. Estimated delivery was 4-5 weeks from purchase because it was a custom build. That originally put me at the week of April 8th. Well guess what? Still no sofa. I finally got through to someone today by calling the head office vs store and got an answer of April 26th OR the 29th. Saturday the 26th would rock because I wouldn’t have to take off work, but Tuesday the 29th is doable. And honestly that’s the end of next week. So I’ll survive. The whole thing is just frustrating. The woman at the head office basically told me that the sales guy should have never told me 4-5 weeks on a custom order. She said it’s 4-5 weeks for ready-made/already in the factory. You pick your own fabric and they’re building it from scratch presuming they have the fabric in stock. Pisses me off when sales guys pull this shit. I mean I’ve already paid for the damn, sofa. At least be honest with me about the delivery time frame. It’s not like I can ask for a refund, so your commission is a sure thing!!
Because of this lack of sofa, I’m still feeling a little lost in the apartment. I mean it’s a big component and because of it, I still can’t put up all of my art. It’s frustrating to be in a home for a month and still not have everything settled.
What does this all have to do with OCD?
Well I’m on a bit of a post-unpacking organizational spree. I’ve puttered around with my kitchen cabinets, my linen closet, my bedroom closet, my books, my DVD’s. You name it, I’ve organized and probably re-organized it. So where am I at now? I officially started cataloguing all of my books. There’s my print books, my ebooks, books I’ve borrowed over the years and my epic “to read” list.
I use Goodreads to track most of this stuff recently but I’m finding that my biggest challenge is with a series and waiting for the newest instalment. I forget about it or can’t keep track of when the new book is coming out and then a year later I go….what about??? Only to find out it came out like 8 months ago. So I’ve designed this epic spreadsheet to help me organize everything. It’ll allow me to:
sort by the usual title or author
sort by series title
sort by read/not read
sort by own/don’t own
sort by release date (I’m only populating titles that are NOT released yet)
sort by own but have NOT read
flag all of the titles that have not been read by filling the cell RED
Once it’s finished, it’s going to be epic. Right now I’m just in data-entry mode. Is the whole thing crazy? Totally. But I find is soothing to plug away at a project like this and when it’s done, it will help me keep track of new releases. I’m also trying to figure out a way to make it alert me when a release date approaches.
Do you use a system like this? Do you even care? Do you think I’m bat-shit crazy? Do you just jot shit down on post-it notes?
This is what happens when a Booknerd goes tech people!!!
p.s. Know that the spreadsheet has taught me the most? I read too damn much!!!
Ok so as you know, I love me some kittens. But there’s a few things that I ESPECIALLY love about kittens. That would be kitten bellies. And kitten paws. And guess what? When kitten bellies are exposed, there’s usually some adorable floppy paw action right along with it.
See example 1. The exposed belly. It’s just screaming to be rubbed.
Here is another example of the exposed belly with the floppy kitten paws. This too screams, rub my belly.
Example 3. BOOM. Belly.
Followed by some extreme paws. Extra toes means extra cute.
Add it all together?
And you literally have something I’d be willing to let MAUL me just so I could rub the belly and play with the floppy paws. Look at those eyes? He could kill me and I’d be all “Awwww. That’s ok. I didn’t need that arm.”