Ahhh, yes. After a small week-long hiatis, I must come back to Not Me! Monday.
I did not make it for 10 days without sugar only to succomb to temptation this morning when C. wrestled me to the ground, pinned my hands down and forced me to eat a mini-Reeses heart. He then made me chew it and massaged my throat until I couldn't help but swallow. Yes, my 2 year old is just that strong. No, I am not my own worst enemy. And tomorrow doesn't start another Day 1. Ugh.
I am not about to make a long, well-thought out post on the dire straights of my furniture situation. I do not live in squalor, and would never use sarcasm as a way of dealing with this crap. Nope! Not me! Somethings are not a laughing matter, and clearly, living room furniture is one of them.
I did not spend last Saturday searching out a love seat on Craigslist, driving an hour to get it and bring it home- only to realize that I hate it. I did not think that visiting someone's house with a horribly stuffy nose would inhibit me from smelling the barfy cigarette smell that permiates their abode. Dave did not spend 3 hours on Saturday afternoon with a steam cleaner and the love seat only to have me come home and freak out. I did not pick a fight with him to deflect the fact that I was horribly angry with myself. I never rush into decisions, and I never regret them. I am not relisting the loveseat on craigslist with an ad worded as follows:
For sale: slightly faded loveseat with fold out bed. Dude, you guys, this one reaks. I purchased it a week and a half ago and just brought it into our addition. It totally stunk the place up in about 30 minutes. I want it gone a.s.a.p. So, if you're looking for a used loveseat w/ pull out bed, and you suck on cancer-sticks....well, this puppy is for you.