Disorder

if you know me, you know that i thrive best in a scheduled, ordered, planned world. things need to be neat and tidy and schedules are the way to keep track of everything.

well, i'm not doing so well at the moment. we are trying to get our house ready to be put on the market to sell, and in the process things are getting boxed up and moved around. yesterday and today the painters are here patching up some areas and doing touch ups. obviously in order to get where they need to go alot of the furniture and stuff is moved to the middle of the rooms. there are white specks on things, so now i gotta clean it all over again once the painters are totally done.

and my poor birds...we put them in a room together (all 5 of them--wear earmuffs when entering!) so that they would be out of the way for prospective buyers,etc. they are not getting much interaction time with us and i feel for them i really do. but worst of all is that the painters went into that room yesterday to patch up a small area (even though i had told the bossman that room was ok). well Guiness, our Quaker, was totally shaking when i arrived back home last night. he was soo scared from the strangers plus the ladders,etc. now today he will have to go through it again when they finish up the work. not to mention the paint fumes themselves--very bad for sensitive respiratory systems in birds. so i'm a bit on the edge hoping they survive that part most of all.

anyway, thats where things stand at the moment. my house is a wreck, the birds are a wreck, and i'm a wreck too. i'm so ready for things to go back to the way they were!!