TODAY I WAS STRONG...LIKE BULL. TOMORROW I WILL BE...UM...NOT SO MUCH.

Today will go down in Spinster history as the day I channelled my inner 23-year old and accomplished what will surely result in me not being able to get out of bed tomorrow.

But I simply cannot have that happen.

No way.  

No how.

Tomorrow is Library Guild day, which means I get to put my shoes and socks on and see my stitchy sisters for a few hours of bliss, peace, and happiness.

(Besides...I just finished dragging three huge bins of books out to the car that I intend to donate to the library tomorrow.  And, because I am a nutball, I already called the library to confirm that they will take them and that I can borrow one of their big rolling bin thingies to get all of the books inside.)

So today I decided that it would be Target stock up day.  I have been compiling a list of all of the normal stuff I use on a monthly basis, as well as a few things that I needed to pick up for CS2...like a new vacuum cleaner. (The old one, poor thing, gave its last gasp about a week ago and I just can't see spending more to repair it than a new one costs.)  (The new one was a steal at 22 bucks, by the way!)

I double checked my list, gathered all of my coopuns and Target bags, and headed out. My plan was to get everything I needed, bring it home, sort it, pack it, and get on with my closet, bathroom, and bedroom packing.

(Now, because you are all smarter than I am, I know that you are already scratching your head and wondering why the heck I would buy all of that crap, cart it home to Chez Spinster, pack it, and then pay the nice moving men a bazillion and a half dollars to carry it up the stairs to CS2 next Tuesday.)

All I can say in reply to this is..."HAVE YOU MET ME!?!?"

In my defense...it's the stairs, kids.  It's the darn stairs.

The darn flight of stairs that has haunted my every dream since the day I first laid eyes on my new home.

I had it in my head that I was never going to be able to make it up and down those stairs easily...let alone with groceries and/or Target supplies, and I figured I would just have the movers carry every single thing I could think of, and then when it came time to actually get anything else up there in the future, I would figure it out.  (There was a plot to use the drive up grocery lane and ask the kid if he felt like going for a little ride, but that seemed remarkably like something that would land me in jail, so I vetoed that one.  Then I thought about just ordering Jimmy Johns sandwiches for the rest of my life, but I think the docs at IU might have something to say about that one.)

I filled two carts up at the Targets.  Two carts!  And as I was putting everything into the car I thought "Gee whiz!  This is going to be a lot of boxes!"  

You know that moment when the clouds part and that ray of sunshine comes through and illuminates the scene below?  Or when a cartoon character gets an idea and a lightbulb pops up over their pointy little head?

Yup.

Right there in the Target parking lot.  

Epiphany City.

So I drove the half a tenth of a mile to the apartment and proceeded to carry all of the crap from the Targets right up those stairs and into CS2.

Like.  A.  Boss.

I'm not saying that it was easy or that I broke any land speed records doing it, but twelve trips up and down without a heart attack or mishap is worth celebrating....no?

I managed to put all of my purchases away in the closets and cupboards and when it was done I did a little jiggy happy dance right there in the middle of my new living room.  And then I went downstairs, got in the car to return to CS1 and called Miss Charlene to tell her what I had just done.

What can I say?  I feel like I climbed Mt. Everest and overcame a big big big obstacle.  SOMEBODY had to know about it!

I wish I could adequately explain how completely and totally relieved I am to know that I am going to be able to do this.  Why it never occurred to me to try it before today is beyond me, but at least now I know it can be done and I don't need to be afraid.

Sunday will be grocery stock up day so that next week I can get back to a healthier eating schedule.  I am still enjoying my peanut butter on a bagel in the morning, but there has been an awful lot of take out to compensate for long hard days of packing.  I promised myself that I would just eat whatever sounded good this week, but next week I want to get back to cooking!

Sorry for such a long-winded brag session, but this was such a big day that I wanted to share it.  Can you imagine how long this would have been if I would have actually accomplished something? 😬

Hope your week was swell and that you have a weekend full of everything you love!