Seriously. I never want to see another set of stairs. As God as my witness, I’ll never go hungry again I never live in a third story walk up apartment.
I. Am. So. Sore.
I’m so over stairs.
As an aside, if you ever want to, you know, forego buying a stairmaster exerciser…you could look into moving in and out of this apartment…
As another aside, SuperGuy conveniently got tied up at work on Friday, so The Impish One (my favorite son!! ) carried every stinkin’ thing in the apartment down to the moving van except the couch, bed, table, and recliner. SuperGuy owes me. Big time. Just sayin’.
At this point, I seriously wanted to cry. So much stuff. So many stairs. So in my totally grown up mature manner…I went to the bakery and bought donuts and fresh cold milk. (see it back there on the table?) I needed a bit of comfort food.
Anyway, we got moved in. The Love Nest has moved. I have photos and tales to tell…but for now? I’ve got a hot bath with my name on it and a good glass of wine. So. Sore.