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I Am Wonder Woman

My dear husband gave me the sweetest gift this weekend. He unloaded a trailer full of furniture and appliances and stuff and then drove to Pittsburg to pick up a car part for someone. That left me with an entire weekend BY MYSELF to start getting our home in order. I started Saturday morning by moving the bigger pieces of furniture into their proper rooms. Bed frames were snapped together, televisions were connected, and cupboards filled. It didn't take long before I noticed the dogs were hiking up and down the mountain of assorted dirty laundry.

I pushed the washing machine into place and connected all the hoses. I scooted the dryer into it's place and attempted to plug it in. An hour later, I was back from Home Depot with a new cord. An hour after that, I had replaced the cord and had a fully functional laundry room. I'm proud of myself for that one. I don't think I've ever enjoyed doing laundry as much as I did this weekend. I did my own laundry. In my own home. On my own time. Sweet! (Of course, the cold hose is connected to the hot water, and the hot hose is connected to the cold water. It makes for an interesting rinse cycle.)

Have I mentioned just how much I feel at home? I love this place.

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Rebecca Jeffries-Hyman said…
Ahhhh! Home at last! I'm so happy for you! Wish I could sit in your living room with a cup of coffee and visit!
11:42 AM
Christy said…
Woohoo! You go, SuperWoman! And not that you didn't already feel at home there, but isn't it ten times more "home" when you've put your own sweat into it?
7:22 PM
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