My closet meltdown...and the robbery below

Well my first real meltdown only took just over a month in the City! I had been putting on a strong face about the move and the apartment for Lyle because he was SO frustrated with the entire thing. I kept telling him we could do THIS or THAT to make things better! Well yesterday it all came tumbling down. The little sleep, the aforementioned bruised legs, the tiny space, the lack of money, the inability of our landlord and realitor to be upfront and honest, and the injured super all came crashing down on me.

I am not usually knit picky about having a clean apartment (just ask Lyle), but because our space is so small, I can't stand it to be dirty or unorganized. Everything must have it's place because if it doesn't we're putting it in the street. We are maximizing wall space, crevice space, and drawer space. We've got things packed tight stored in suitcases which are stored underneath the bed which are on risers of course. Therefore, it was imperative that we get a closet up and running in the bedroom. You may be confused because a closet comes with a bedroom right? Wrong. Our closet came from home depot and it is removable and it wasn't put together when it was delivered to our place. Hence, it was taking up space leaning against our kitchen walls. I waited for two weeks for our Super - Albert to come put it together. With his recent surgery, I knew he wouldn't be able to do it ANYTIME SOON. I knew Lyle didn't have the time nor did I want him to worry about it. So I decided to take a few hours and do it myself. It couldn't be that hard. The directions seemed easy enough. What I didn't realize is that it was VERY heavy. After I put a few of the first pieces together, the boards were so heavy that they bent the screws and I was back to square one, but with broken pieces. Well this broke me. I lost it. Crying it out on the couch for a few minutes I took a much needed cat nap to relieve my stress. I wiped my face, wedged myself in the crowded bedroom along with the large heavy pieces of wood and put my drill to work. With creativity and balance nothing else broke and it was almost completely done before I had to go to work. On my way downstairs I was feeling good about my accomplishment, but as I walked out the door I realized a crowd around my door. I turned and saw a ton of yellow caution tape. All I was able to find out was there was a robbery at the wine store last Friday and they guy came back (armed) to rob it again today. It was closed for the day. Perfect. I should feel good about my apartment now right? Well that ruined my good feeling from the closet. So poor Lyle came home to me still a wreck because we live above a store that got robbed twice in one week and because the closet frustrated me.

Luckily he knows how to help me when I'm in a rut. He let me finish what I needed to do, did the dishes, told me to take a shower, and took me out for dinner (since I told him I wasn't cooking...lol). By the end of the night, the closet was full of clothes, the drawers were more organized, the place was vacuumed, and I felt much MUCH better. I guess the wine store will close at 9pm on Friday and Saturday nights from now on. I mean I have three doors they have to bust down before they can get to me so I actually feel pretty secure. You probably think, "wow, she had a meltdown already? Will she make it in the big city?" Trust me, that meltdown was much later than anticipated and YES, with a sweet treat (candy or ice cream in particular), a hot shower, and love from my Lyle, I WILL make it in the big city.