Well, this is interesting...

Out of the kindness of my heart (and a desperate need for more space for me, Derek, and the kids), I offered to go out back to my daddy 's old work shop and start cleaning it out for my mom. There's paint,chemicals and stuff out there that needs to be disposed of. Get it all fixed up so it could be used for either an office for me OR to start getting the garage cleaned out. Needless to say...that pissed her off enough that she was a royal bitch to everyone and barely spoke to me for 2 days!!! What really gets me is she has been wanting this done and that was the original plan when we came over here.

She is not understanding that the VERY small room Derek and I share is NOT by any means big enough. We have 5 peoples stuff in there because there's nowhere else we are allowed to put it. Poor Mocha has no room to run because she doesn't want him loose. And a home business that's working out ALOT better than I thought it would, that requires inventory. All crammed in there. Right now I feel like a serious hoarder because we have to literally climb over the bed from the door to get anywhere. This is driving me nuts!!!

So, my solution...we are taking down our bed tomorrow and putting it in the garage. Derek went to Walmart and got us one of those double air mattresses. I figure this way I can take it down during the day so I can actually get around. Going to do some serious rearranging and organizing so I can also have my desk area and shelves for work. Whatever. Basically we are going to be sleeping in my office, but it's the only solution I can think of right now to where everyone is at least kept somewhat happy.

Not having my room the way I want is a HUGE issue for me. I am suppose to be able to relax in there. Total sanctuary. Kinda hard to do that when you have a pile of CLEAN clothes headed up the wall on one side and a desk being used as a catch all on the other...UGH!!!