Cleaning the Past

This weekend has gone by so fast….thank goodness tomorrow is an extra day. The girl and I did some running around Friday after work and then we stopped by KB’s on the way home. Do you remember last week when I couldn’t stop laughing at the girl because she was losing it over BTS?  Well she got hers Friday night. It was Outlander night at KB’s and it was the episode where Jamie takes Claire back to the stones so she could go home. I thought KB’s mom was going to have an anxiety attack. She said “don’t go back!….why would you go back?” We have all watched Outlander except for KB’s mom so we didn’t give anything away. When Claire showed up at his camp later that night instead of traveling back through the stones there were four of us crying on the couch. The girl just shook her head at us. KB’s mom said “this is the greatest love story ever!” after watching this episode. Yep, I know…I thought to myself.

I have spent a lot of time doing “pre” moving things around the house. Yesterday I scrubbed out the inside of the refrigerator and cleaned the ceiling fan and the other light in the kitchen. Then the girl and I started painting furniture. I had done everything in my room except the armoire. I had enough paint for the drawers and one coat on three sides of the armoire. I ran out of paint at 10pm last night. The girl ran out about 2am. This paint is uber expensive and I hoped I wouldn’t have to buy another but I did. I bought the original quarts last year so it could have hurt worse than it did.

When we were getting rid of junk in the garage I came across this….

Roughly about 8 years ago I painted my nightstand and I made the unfortunate mistake of painting over the top. Some of the paint was coming up so I was excited to come across this.

It works really well but there is still some scrubbing and scraping involved.

I had about this much of it done last night when I sat down at the computer. I couldn’t do it. I turned off the computer, enlisted the girls help with the nightstand and I did the dishes while she was working on it. She did an excellent job. I didn’t go to bed until after midnight. I was extra surprised when I woke up at 7am and didn’t go back to sleep. I think it was about 7:30 when the boy and I had moved cars. He was playing some game online with a coworker so he was still up.

I was the first person at PT’s for breakfast and she almost fell right off the couch. I am never the first person at breakfast club…….ever! I left PT’s and went right to the hardware store to get more paint. I was home before 11am paint in hand.  The armoire is back in it’s place freshly painted, including the hardware. Since I had to buy another quart and my desk will be in my new bedroom after the move I decided to paint it as well. I was ready to all it quit at this point….

I did not….I finished it after dinner. The front and underneath where the chair goes is done, I still have the sides of the desk to do. I was painted out at this point. Because we were painting this weekend I had to suck it up and turn the air on. I hate closing the windows, not as much as the cat hates it but it’s pretty close. I thought maybe I could turn it off at least for the overnight tonight but the air is thick and heavy with humidity. Two more days of air…..I think I can handle it.

I started listening to The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah this week and I am almost done with it. The weird book I am listening to in the car is called Imperfect Birds by Anne Lamott. The book in the car is about a lying manipulative drug using teenager….I think that’s what the book is about?  So far it’s been about how she plays her parents. Some of that is familiar from the Cockroach so I haven’t believed a word this fictional child has said. The Great Alone however…… (spoiler alert)

Let me start this with….I have never met anyone who was a prisoner of war. I can’t even fathom what that would do to a person. I may be wrong in my opinion?  I believe this character had to have some of this behavior before he went to war. Just by the way her parents talk, I believe he was a narcissist before he went into Vietnam. Talk about a toxic relationship!


If the Cockroach had a theme song this would be it. To be honest….he knew it and he played it often.

Something about this monster of a character stirred up stupid old things that I spent so much time pushing down. Then to add insult to injury the mother (who was married to the monster) dies of cancer. Now I am a hot blubbering mess! I am almost done with this book. I have dishes to do and a couple more things to check off of my list before bed so I will more than likely finish this book tonight. This might be the last book I read by this author. The Nightingale was excellent but it destroyed me….I can’t even tell you what it’s about without crying. If I cry at every book you write….I’m not going to keep reading.

Personally? I think the Universe is making me “feel the feels” whether I want to or not. Thankfully it’s in the form of a book and I can be a hot mess at home with no witnesses other than the girl…..Zia

About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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