Overadvertised and underfunded

Today I partially disassembled one of my vacuums, got it working, vacuumed my floors, and then assembled a chair, a map-drawer thingie, a tall bookcase, and three utility carts.

My back is telling me how very, very, very STOOPID I was.

I was going to spend tomorrow assembling more stuff (a desk and small drawer unit) but. Nope. That idea can go play in the freeway. I'm spending tomorrow lying on a heating pad, drinking tea, and napping a lot.

I had several pieces of furniture that I bought over a year ago and just...never assembled. Hi depression. When I finally recarpeted the house in preparation for putting my home on the market, I decided that this was a very good time to assemble those pieces of furniture...partially because I can't bring new, still-boxed items into my new country-of-residence because they don't want folks coming in here and doing a commerce. Which I get. But it's set me on a bit of a scramble as I try to assemble the furniture while trying to do all the other things I need to do:

* wash my car
* paint the upstairs hallway
* get the lawyer-foyer painted by someone who a) has the specialized scaffolding needed and b) doesn't have a problem with heights
* mow my lawn...at least enough to head off the dandelions from going to seed
* stain the back of my little picket fence
* create a list of all my household goods, to take to get certified at the consulate
* and, of course, clean out the office and 2nd bedroom and take a lot of stuff to donation

...fuckitall. And get my taxes did. (I am the very model of a procrastinatrix from hell...)