This process of getting The Mom ready for assisted living move-in is driving me nuts.
I have to spend at least a few hours a day on class prep for fall. So I'm sitting here in the living room, Epica cranked up in my earphones, and I still have to listen to The Mom and The Sister arguing about each individual cooking utensil to take/not take/that Wade needs to keep.
The Mom's total kitchen appliances will be a refrigerator, microwave, 1 cup coffeepot and, probably, toaster. No stove (part of reason, big part, of move is so that don't have to worry about mom and stove).
Clothes are about half done (I think). Bathroom almost done. Knick-knacks yet to go. Furniture -- sort of done (though the great "loveseat" and "dining room table" debates are still unsettled). Who knows how many errands to Walmart.
Oh yes, and still haven't decided the curtain thing.
Fuck. I need a drink. And it's not even four o'clock, and the move is not until Sunday.
Argh.
And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.
Romans 12:2 (NKJV)