Post by Lin on Mar 9, 2007 21:40:51 GMT -5
I am thinking I need to work on impatience...and perhaps obsession.
I am trying to move things out of myy kitchen to get ready for new cabinets and such. I have a piece of antique furniture that was between the kitchen and the living room. It is a secretary. It belonged to my grandparents. It's my only piece of antique furniture. It has sentimental value. I wanted it moved today. It does not need to be moved for about a week, but I know how hectic my week will be. I cleaned it out and had stuff stacked ecverywhere. I asked hubby several times to help me move it. He said it does not need to be moved now. He did not care about the stacks of stuff everywhere.
When he left for AA tonight I decided I'd jsut move it myself. It has wheels. It only had to be moved about 3 yards. How hard can that be?
It fell over. The glass door broke. The beveled mirror broke. The carved part that holds the mirror broke. The top on the other side came un nailed. One of the doors lost screws from the hinge.
I cleaned up the mess as best I could. I sort of put the pieces back where they used to belong. I'm not sure if it can even be fixed.
I am dreading him coiming home and yelling at me for not waiting.
I have no idea what I'll say.
obsessing about the confrontation.
Mad that it's busted and it was important to me.
Wondering if the impatience got me in trouble.
Trying to turn it over to God, but wanting to cry at the same time.
My bare feet feel like they have tiny pieces of glass in them. That could be true.
LIN
I am trying to move things out of myy kitchen to get ready for new cabinets and such. I have a piece of antique furniture that was between the kitchen and the living room. It is a secretary. It belonged to my grandparents. It's my only piece of antique furniture. It has sentimental value. I wanted it moved today. It does not need to be moved for about a week, but I know how hectic my week will be. I cleaned it out and had stuff stacked ecverywhere. I asked hubby several times to help me move it. He said it does not need to be moved now. He did not care about the stacks of stuff everywhere.
When he left for AA tonight I decided I'd jsut move it myself. It has wheels. It only had to be moved about 3 yards. How hard can that be?
It fell over. The glass door broke. The beveled mirror broke. The carved part that holds the mirror broke. The top on the other side came un nailed. One of the doors lost screws from the hinge.
I cleaned up the mess as best I could. I sort of put the pieces back where they used to belong. I'm not sure if it can even be fixed.
I am dreading him coiming home and yelling at me for not waiting.
I have no idea what I'll say.
obsessing about the confrontation.
Mad that it's busted and it was important to me.
Wondering if the impatience got me in trouble.
Trying to turn it over to God, but wanting to cry at the same time.
My bare feet feel like they have tiny pieces of glass in them. That could be true.
LIN