My Single Mom Life

I have a ton of books, DVDs, and VHS tapes, and not enough storage places to put them all.
What I need is a really nice set of bookshelves to put in this room.
Well, after I clean this room anyway.

The table of death is so so bad this time, it's a gargantuan disaster growing by leaps and bounds with every new mail delivery.
I want to clean it off so badly, but I don't even know where to begin.
Maybe I'll do that tomorrow er, today.
I'll bring the trashcan over to it, I'll open up the drawer of my filing cabinet so that I can easily access all the folders as I find any important papers and receipts.

Maybe after I get the table of death cleaned off, I'll start cleaning another section of this room.
Or maybe, the table of death will be the one and only thing I clean because I don't want to be hurting and sore again for days like I have been since the Sunday/Monday septic tank blockage water disaster.
All of that towels down to soak up the water, send them through the spin cycle in the washer to wring out most of the water, then drying them in the dryer before laying them down on the floor to soak up water again.
Then after the whole thing was finally fixed, I had to wash all of those towels in hot water, rinse in hot water, and repeat to make sure that any possible germs were completely killed off.
And not to mention all of the mopping of the floors, helping the teens put my dresser back in place because we had to move it so it wouldn't get any water damage.

The whole ordeal was just such a mess, and it totally wiped me out physically.
Every bone and muscle in my entire body was just screaming in pain, and I was totally useless from Monday night until today er, Friday afternoon.
It's now Saturday morning, 5:07am to be exact.
Freaking insomnia sucks.