Thursday, March 02, 2006


Update: not sure yet when we'll take delivery of the bed, but the DH cleaned the entire floor of the bedroom and the master bath (the latter was not necessary, but I'm not complaining!), and vacuumed. The DH rocks. He said he liked doing things to cheer me up. I pointed out that "cheering up" is a poor cousin of the actual reality which was "boneless with relief!" The bed is not (yet) generating any feelings of abundance for me. The cleaning all done when I thought I was going to have to go join in and work on it until bedtime? THAT is abundance.

This post used to be titled "Argh!" and read:

First, I apologize for no inspiration today. I got sucked in by an old familiar friend of a book last night and instead of pre-writing today's, I read. Until I was up an hour after my bedtime. Then I went to sleep. This morning, I slept in. In truth, I wasn't sure what to write about next anyway, so perhaps it is just as well.

Second, sometimes seeming abundance is not. The DH and I recently bought and paid for a bed. Because the frame had to be ordered, we were told it would be 4-6 weeks before we got it.

They called today. It's in. It hasn't even been two weeks (it has been a week, and two days, specifically). I'm not feeling blessed, I'm feeling misled and yanked around. There's a lot of cleaning needed before the new bed can be delivered (it's larger than the existing one, and the bedroom has needed a cleaning for a while anyway). But I'd thought the bed would arrive in late March, and I'm on call for work next week, so I was deferring that to next week.


This is inconvenient and stressing me out, not blissful and good. Having it arrive week-after-next would have been perfect. Now is NOT. Of course, I don't feel I can tell them to sit on the bed for two weeks. In the first place I'm not sure they would without charging a storage fee (but I could ask). In the second place, I and the DH really want a new bed and I would be depriving us of that until we took delivery. But if they'd not said it would be 4-6 weeks, I might have prioritized differently, and I'm definitely feeling rushed and like someone is messing around with me!

This week has been stressful and I HAVE HAD NO BLOODY TIME. Yes, I'm aware of the irony. I'm also just about ready to scream. (I wasn't, until this happened. I was feeling the time pressure but juggling okay. This is a very large, heavy straw, but it's still the straw that broke the camel's back.)

Excuse me. Off to get back to paying the bills, then to help the DH clean the bedroom, and try not to cry from sheer frustration. (This isn't how it should be. Useless words. This is how it is, and I know it. But ARGH!)

1 comment:

GreenishLady said...

Oh, sleep well, sleep sweet in that bed when it arrives.