The Chuckles Great DIY Nightmare #4

 

Sorry to everyone who has been wondering where I am and what I'm doing. It turns out that moving the furniture in my room, however hard it was, was the lesser of the evils. Sorting through endless bags, ripping and shredding paperwork, moving things from one place to another then change your mind and move crap back is way worse, as I'm discovering. I've spent all week working through bags and boxes until I'm ready to scream. Our recycle bin for paper and cardboard is collected every three weeks so to get in all the rubbish, packing boxes, food packaging, old letters and newspapers etc, everything has to be ripped into small pieces so that takes ages. It also gives you The Claw, where your fingers are so sore that it hurts to straighten them and you can't grip anything!

Today was a bit of a nightmare. We decided to get the furniture in my dad's room rearranged. To recap, the big IKEA bookcase we removed from my room will go into my dad's room where the chest of drawers once sat. The drawers will go to where the TV unit is and that will be sawn down to a smaller size for added storage and the TV goes back on top of it. It seemed straightforward enough and SHOULD have been done very quickly as none of the items are heavy to move. 

First we had to empty the books I was temporarily storing in it and get them into my room where I can't fall over it. But as we started to move the bookcase, the back fell off. It took us ages to get it back in its grooves as it kept bending in the middle. Finally my dad had to nail the bloody thing in. Next he dropped one of the shelves and it scraped all the skin off the back of my heel, leaving it raw and bleeding so a medical time out was required! Then at last after a big delay, we got it moved into position. My dad is letting me have 3 of the shelves for my stuff so all my heavy WWII books and magazines went into one shelf, my Elvis magazine collection and other oversized books into shelf two. I'm keeping shelf three empty until I finish sorting my room.

After I dealt with the two shelves, we moved the drawers into place and stuck the TV on top. My dad decided to saw the TV unit another time and we moved it out of our way. Then we had to move a pile of stuff that was in the TV unit and find somewhere to put it. Why is it that what seems like a half hour job turns into a three hour total nightmare??? And to cheer me up I still have two full bookshelves to go through in my room, sorting out what will go to the charity shop, a few more bags to go through, two full shopping bags full of paper that needs ripping, a pile of stuff on the floor AND piles of books/cds/dvds on top of bookcases that need to find a home. Ugh, it's a nightmare and this sorting crap could go on into next year!

Who had the stupid idea of getting the house sorted...???

Dave-'That would be YOU mum!'