Progress?

My dear husband was "hell-bent" (pardon the expression) to get his new car (2008, but new to us) into the garage. We have lived in this house for 6 years, and have a nice 3-car garage. Never have we had two cars in said garage. When we first moved in, we spent a small fortune getting an epoxy floor and really nice built ins in the garage--thinking we could get rid of our storage unit--and thus save money. Great ideas. Only one small problem--we are the king and queen of crap. So for the last 5 years, I have managed to squeeze my VW bug into the 3 car garage. Things were looking pretty good out there until Christmas. I dug out all our decorations, and then after Christmas, but them back into the garage. Many of the items were too heavy for me to put back up--plus it's been darn cold here this January and February. Needless to say, things never got put away. It's deep out there.

So Monday night, hubby gets home early and starts working in the garage. He puts up what he has room for, and moves the rest of the "c" over to the 3rd car side, just stacking it higher and higher. It is now stacked taller than me! And I'm 5'9"!! And the cars are parked practically touching--making it tough for both of us, who are a "few" pounds overweight, to get in and out of the cars. Plus, I have bags--school and lunch. Such a pain. Also, I have to squeeze out of the car to see if I've pulled up far enough, then squeeze back in to pull up a few more inches in order to get the garage door closed! Tonight, in his attempt to give me a little more room, he pulled in sort of sideways. So I could get out of my car a little easier--with my bags. Then when I tried to get into the house, I noticed the path was completely gone. I had to go around to the front door to get in my house from the garage--and then forgot to go back out and close the garage door. Later this evening, when he wanted to go get a drink out of the garage refrigerator, he had to go out the front door and into the garage.

Saturday, we have a date to work on the pile on the last side of the garage. I guess this is progress! Just so this stuff doesn't end up in my house!!

Making the Good Choice!

I had a meltdown today driving (or should I say racing) to get to my chorale group in time to pass out the costumes I had ordered and sorted, and packaged for the new members of the group so they would have them in time for pictures next Tuesday. Whew--even saying it exhausts me. But through it all, I came to a good conclusion. I may have to either cut back or even (I can't believe I'm saying this) drop out of chorale until this school year is over. Let's face it--I would rather spend time with my grandchildren, relaxed time, than feel so stressed about being in places and groups that really don't matter in the grand scheme of things. And what in the world was I thinking when I said I would be in charge of costumes this semester? I need to practice that little word again--NO!--before I get myself in even more trouble. I think the worst of it is over--I may have to place another order before the performance in May--notice I didn't say my performance!! I have come to grips that I might not even be singing then!! There is enough stress in my life that I can't control--I need to eliminate what I can!! Good job, Nancy! Tomorrow I get to spend the day and the night (Yay, a sleep-over!!) with Tanner and Peyton. I am just about the most blessed person I know!!