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It's 3 weeks until Christmas and I have not got ONE present bought. Not 1.
*sigh* This is why I hate Christmas. I never have any money to buy the stuff I want to get my kids. No money to buy the food to feed my kids. No money to get the decorations. blah blah blahblahblah. Who cares.
I will just be glad when it's over.
It's been a strange week. My ex moved out on Monday and I spent the night helping her move. What a pain in the ass that was. It's not like she had a lot of things so it didn't take long but she was pouting the whole time and making me feel like shit. I was glad when we were done and she went home. I spent my first night alone in a very long time. Slept like a baby.
Then last night, I spent the whole night moving beds and rearranging my bedroom. I had an old futon in my room I was going to sleep on but the stupid dog had pissed on it so I went and bought some cleaners and scrubbed the shit out of it. But decided the damn thing was horribly uncomfortable so I took it apart and moved it out of the room. I then went downstairs and got the bed in my spare room and started moving it up the stairs. The box spring was a little difficult alone but I got it up there and then took a 5 min rest while I drank a beer and stared down the top mattress. It had a tag on one end and decided I would risk incarceration by using it as my handle. I tugged and pulled and shoved and pulled and huffed and I puffed and I YELLED and I CUSSED and the stupid bed wouldn't move!
So I sat back down and drank a beer.
Then I told myself I could do it. So I got back on the stairs and grabbed the tag with both hands and braced my feet just right and tugged. And it moved. One stair. So I took a step up the stairs and did it again. One more stair. So I started yelling at it. "That's RIGHT!! I'm a tough BITCH!! I CAN DO THIS!!!! ALONE!!!!" As I moved it step by step.
Then the fucking tag ripped off.
Okay so don't tell anyone that I ripped the tag off my mattress. It was an accident. Plus, if they don't' want the stupid tag ripped off, they should PUT HANDLES ON THE FUCKING BED!
Just sayin....
Anyway. So when the tagged ripped off, I tried to just grab the ends of the bed but it wouldn't budge so I tried to get under it and push but that didn't work.
So I drank another beer.
Then I got a hold of it with both hands and dug in so hard my fingernails hurt and I pulled with all my might. It moved! So I again moved it one stair at a time digging my nails into the ends. Once again I'm yelling at myself that I'm a tough bitch that don't need nobody's help!
I got the bed in place and laid down. Panted. Put my lung back in. And that's when my friend showed up to help.
So I drank another beer.
Beer fixes just about anything 
