Takin’ One for the Team.

You know – I own a lot of cheap-ass furniture. Seven years in college (Three as a single mom) leaves you only one option: Shit-board furniture. Or hand-me-downs. Or streetcorner steals. Or yard-sale finds. And now that I have a good paying 9-5 job and a working husband, well, then things like this happen.

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This is my son’s bookshelf that collapsed ON MY DAMN HEAD. Yeah – there are usually 3 other shelves, but they ALL chose to fall on my head one day when I was putting stuff up. So – I did the best I could by stacking all the books and games up in piles, and then left it. For two months. What the hell should I do? The bookshelf has been taken apart and put back together at least five times. Its been moved a dozen times. It only cost 35 dollars brand-spankin’-new at Wal-Mart anyway, so it has out-lived its predicted life span. There is no way I’m buying anymore crappy furniture. But we don’t have the money to buy GOOD furniture yet. So. What did I do?

I took one for the team. I got rid of ALL my paperbacks (I have a LOT of paperback books). Now? After rearranging the other shelves around the house – I have one small one empty and ready to fill. Now lookie…

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Yeah. Now, when LilZoot comes back from summer camp on Friday, it will be all nice and neat for him. Of course, my paperbacks made the ultimate sacrifice, and there is a little bit of emptiness in my heart now (I obsesses over owning the books I read). But hey – if that’s the biggest sacrifice I ever made for my son? I’d be a lucky woman.

But damn…that was like fifty paperbacks. I’m totally regretting this now – do you think anyone would look at me funny if I went and dug them out?