One, Last Day

Holy crap. I’m down to the wire and I’m not liking what I see. But this should surprise no one as my project ideas always outpace what my poor mortal body can accomplish.

The shelves were delivered just after lunch which was great because it gave me more time to put them together. What was intimidating, was looking at the pile of boxes that I was going to have to tackle.

This is what I had when I went to bed last night.

I did not meet my micro-goal that I have been blathering on about. When I set project goals, I’m always forgetting to factor in things like eating, breaks, and things from normal life that still need to be done like showering and loading the dishwasher. In this case, I knew I could finish up at about 11pm, but the problem was that I started fading badly at 9pm. This isn’t too surprising as I had been up since 5am. I had an early call and I knew I’d want as much of the afternoon as possible for working on the shelves so if I started work super early, I could cut out early. However, at about 9:30pm I realized I was so tired I was going to start making mistakes and that would make the whole project a waste of time. So I forced myself to walk away with the project just a little over half done, took a Aleve PM to ensure I’d sleep instead of thinking about everything I had to do Friday, and went to sleep. I didn’t even need to read to fall asleep. I just lay down and crashed.

I did notice that my hands were covered in hives when I went to bed. I hadn’t done anything all day except for open boxes and put together bookshelves so it looked like I might be a little allergic to something I was handling. This morning, both my hands are swollen. I’m either allergic to the materials I’m handling or I’m allergic to hard work. I suspect the latter.

I was up bright and early to get a coat of paint on that red wall (I know I had originally planned to just leave it but what you want to do when you are overwhelmed by the number of tasks that must be done is expand the scope of your project), hauled out the mountain of cardboard that I produced yesterday so I can continue building.

The wall is gray because I got a tip that the red walls bleed and will make me cry when I try to paint it. The guy at the paint store said gray could be used instead of black and white and I just happen to have some gray paint hanging about. It’s covered the red really well. *phew!*

Really, tackling a project like this under pressure is actually something I do on purpose. If I something isn’t driving the deadline, I can stretch out a project forever (see posts on the home office makeover) so I confess, I volunteered for hosting book club for this very reason. As tired and sore as I am today, I’ll be so happy on Sunday to have things clean, painted, put away, with left over food in the fridge.

Next week I can go back to being my slothful self. I’ll just be doing it in the new, awesomely bookish living room! (With only two walls painted. If that makes anyone twitch, I’ll trade you left over party food for painting labor.)

The living room in the light of day. Nothing built itself overnight and I’m disappointed.


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2 Responses to One, Last Day

  1. Scaloot aka Judy says:

    Sorry the bookcase elves did not get your message to show up while you slept, but they probably would have needed supervision anyway.
    Good to know you know when too tired, undoing/fixing mistakes like that is horrible.
    With all this going on have you gotten to read the books for the event?

  2. Amy says:

    I wonder if the hives are a reaction to all the stress.

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