This weekend did not go how I had planned. But such is life. I didn’t make it to the wedding ceremony I meant to go to. I didn’t go to the SF FFF. But my apartment is now suitable for company… well… as long as we close the door to Puppy’s crap in the back room cause he hasn’t unpacked much at all. I swear that he is one of the slowest moving creatures ever born. It took him about three hours to hang pictures on the walls. I didn’t feel the need to tell him that it would have taken me about fifteen minutes. I have no idea why things take him so long. I really just don’t get it.
I am sooooo excited that my apartment is almost clean. Living in a mess makes me crazy. oooh! We also went and got my motorcycle! And it turns out that one of our neighbors is huge into motorcycles and fixing them up and racing and such. He volunteered to help me clean it up and fix all the stuff that needs fixing. YAY!!!!!!! {Side note of snarkiness: Yeah Ken, all Californians are self-absorbed rude twats. Uh huh.) So I have a lovely summer of motorcycle work ahead of me. I am thrilled.
Puppy is Mr. Cranky Pants. He is sick and stressed out by many things right now. I am managing to make him grin every so often and that is good. It’s interesting to adjusting to things between us. In some ways this relationship feels so very comfortable and right and I’m really happy with him. Then we run into a wall of “Oh… actually we haven’t known one another that long…” I found out something about his history on Saturday night that freaked me out. In a big way. He touched on one of my very biggest hot buttons. It resulted in me not really sleeping and being upset. I called Japlady in the morning for a sanity check and she helped me sort out my thoughts a lot. Thank you honey. This lead to a long, productive conversation with Puppy in which we cleared up several issues that have been building. I set up very clear boundaries for myself in regards to someone in his life and clarified the boundaries I have with his other friends. It was necessary.
I hope today isn’t as cranky as yesterday. I’m getting sick too. This does not bode well.
Puppy is Mr. Cranky Pants. He is sick and stressed out by many things right now.
Perhaps that’s why he took so long on the picture hanging. And in general.
I would buy that if he ever went faster.
You’re welcome honey
speed-of-movement and speed-of-decision-making differences have often be difficult for me. And I’ve always been the faster one.
Good luck with that, though, and I’m glad you’re feeling unpacked and clean in most of the apartment.
Y’know, with the number of moves you’ve made in your life, I think you have a greater sense of urgency about making a place feel like home. It took Mark and I three years to get all of our boxes unpacked when we bought the house.
Just maybe.