it's official.

my dad is moving in with us.

he's finally out of the "institutionalized" part of his rehab and is ready to transition home, just not his home. there's been a ton of drama between my sisters and i surrounding the decision to have him live with us, mainly because he wants to be close to his grandchildren. unfortunately, the outpatient rehab center is closer to us; i work from home, so i'm more available; and we have the room. since my better half and i live about 45 minutes away, they wanted us to relocate to their hometown. (um. no.) it's resolved now and i have until friday to ready his room. we have a small house, so it will be an adjustment, that's for sure.

i'm supposed to be cleaning out my office to make said room, but i never know where to begin. i've had this problem for quite a number of years, as demonstrated in childhood by my sister frantically helping me clean my room to avoid a mother meltdown. unfortunately, my better half isn't able to get away so i'm here on my own blogging instead of organizing.

sounds like a good plan, yes?

and hey. i still have 24 hours. i'm an official procrastinator, doncha know.