moved around, slip covered, and propped up the ghetto couch
assembled our coffee table (which was a BITCH)
bought and hung curtains
set up bookshelves, and unpacked all of our books
pretty much completely unpacked the kitchen
put together a bed
bought throw pillows which match the curtains
unpacked boxes gallore
Well, you get the idea. The list goes on. Basically anything that has been done, was done by me, with some help from Sean. All of this while we both worked everyday. Whatever. Done whining. But then again, if you can't whine in LJ, where can you?
But this gist of all of this is that it is starting to feel a little more like home. I know it will take awhile to develop the same emotional attachment to this house as I did to the apartment, but I'm getting there. I need to do more in our bedroom to make it nice, right now its still a little bland. Unfortunately, there were some money complications, and I don't have $700 that I thought I was going to have to spend on the house. I will soon, but I don't have it yet. At least I've been working a lot, which helps. But I have to buy gas and groceries, and those things alone will probably use a big chunk of what I earned this week. I interviewed for a new nanny job, we'll see if that pans out. If not, I need to find something else, because I simply can't spend all my time worrying about money. I don't want to be panicking every month that I won't be able to pay my rent. I'll figure things out.
Sigh. Welcome to the real world. Fucking-a it sucks.