It Has Arrived

The painful moment when I give up my office to my son so he can have a bedroom and move all my work crap into my cute living room has arrived. I am sad about The Move. It may actually take me weeks to complete it, as cleaning and organizing are NOT my strong suits in life, but the process has begun. Yesterday Ian and Lucas built my giant bookshelf/room divider from Ikea. It has been sitting in my living room in its three boxes for weeks, and yesterday it went together so quickly that if I hadn’t known its origin, I wouldn’t have believed it was an Ikea product. 

The truth is that Asher has accumulated enough stuff —clothes, toys, etc.—that it’s all scattered everywhere and there’s nowhere to put any of it away until The Move is done. Even if he doesn’t sleep in this room, we need the space for his stuff.

Last week we gave away a La-Z-Boy chair. We have its twin to give away still, so if you know of anyone who wants a blue La-Z-Boy let me know. It’s functional, not ugly, and comfy if you’re tall. If you’re my height, it’s not so comfy. Thomas? Steve? Bryn? Anyone?

The good news is that we’re going to buy some new furniture this year and next.

2 Responses to “It Has Arrived”

  • thaemos
    November 5, 2007 at 1:47 pm

    Sold.

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  • sarabellae
    November 5, 2007 at 4:42 pm

    You got it!

    Reply

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