Stress : a state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstances.
That describes my last couple of weeks perfectly. My boyfriend and I just found out that our friends, who are getting married next week, are moving in with us. And they want to start moving things in before the wedding.
That has had me beyond stressed. I’ve been cleaning things out and trying to make room for their stuff. We have an empty room and guest bathroom which were both already empty, except for maybe some decorations, but the kitchen is my favorite room in the house. So, it was stuffed with things. I ended up cleaning some of the items out of it (which I will be giving to my mother for her yard sale).
I was also able to clean the rooms of dust and vacuum, but I’m still worried they won’t have enough room. If not, I guess we can just line the halls with stuff.
It’s like I’m spring cleaning during the summertime, and let me tell you, I would rather be swimming or fishing.
I’m also hoping these friends don’t mind Beatles’ music blasted every morning, because that is exactly what I will be doing. I’m obsessed.
