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[serene]

So I let the kid know how I was feeling, and without being asked, she took over the room-cleaning detail. She wouldn't let me do anything. She moved the sofabed down, swept and mopped the floor, put the rug down, and carried up the recliner (the boyfiend disassembled the sofabed and helped with the lugging). I didn't lift a finger, besides running her a container of mop water.

Her place is SO much better now, and we're not even done! She can open her door! There's actual floor space. She'll be able to have visitors there.

Next, someotherguy (typing "the boyfiend" is simpler) and I will patch the holes in the wall, fix the window, and finish up the paint job. And Monday, the kid and I will head to Ikea and get her a table that will work for her.

Amazing how much easier things can be when you let people help you, huh? (I know, I know, I'm a dumbass for not thinking of it BEFORE I got all anxious, but still, yay.)

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[serene]

Oh, and I see the confusion -- she's comfier sleeping on the recliner, and the bed was taking up too much room -- she was having trouble opening her door all the way because the bed was in the way.