Moving furniture – oh my aching body

The hardest part of being single is having to move furniture by yourself. The past two days have been spent moving furniture around from room to room. I moved all of my office stuff to upstairs. Moved my daughter out of my room into her own room displacing my son to the living room.

I know how awful that sounds but the three of us went from a 5-bedroom house to a cheap 2-bedroom condo that I will be fixing up later this year. It is a long story how we got to this point but the short version is when I needed a job I couldn’t find one so I sold my house via an installment contract which provides enough income to live frugally and stay home with my daughter. Once she is in school full-time (next school year) I’ll be looking for a job – unless I can create a decent stream of income from my home business that I am putting together.

I hate that I had to sell the house – especially this time of the year. I love entertaining and now we are so limited on space and what space we have is in desperate need of a makeover. I hope to start this makeover after tax time in May.

I had sold all of our furniture (another long story) so when we landed in this place all we had was a bed, old desk, a couple of old dressers, a broken recliner and a few televisions. We got a free couch and broken futon that won’t fold up for a couch but has served my son well as a bed and I shared my bed with my daughter. We have since acquired more stuff and our income was increased recently so we are giving away the free couch and buying a large sectional big enough for my son to sleep on and his friend that occasionally spends the night.

All he does when he gets home is play his video games so it all makes sense. Now I have room for all my stuff without cluttering up the living room and I don’t have to be woken in the middle of night to my daughter’s feet being crammed into the most uncomfortable places. My daughter and spend our evenings after dinner upstairs and my son has his privacy downstairs and as a bonus gets to play his PS3 on the big screen. He knows that when we start having adult company over again that he has to take his gaming up to my room.

Over the past few days I’ve had a better work out carrying things up and down the stairs than I ever got at the gym. The bummer is that I don’t have access to a hot tub here at home like I do at the gym so I can soak my aching body. May be making a trip to the Y over the weekend.