Husband for sale...cheap

Well it is official there is not one inch of space in our bedroom now and one of us has to go, either him or me...ok him.  My beloved went into our storage unit to recover our old desktop computer.  Now keep in mind that stuff has been in storage for over five years.  The computer was bought about three years before that so basically it is a fossil.  But he wanted the computer in our bedroom so I agreed.  Well it would have been too simple to take the computer desk we had in storage also so he decided to take the table we had...the kitchen table...that sits 4-6 people.  It had not been used as an actual kitchen table for years since I turned it into a project one summer and decided to paint Van Gogh's Starry Night across the top of the table.  One of the best summers I remember sitting on our deck in the backyard with my youngest who was about three and as I would paint on the table he had a section to paint as well.  My older children would lay in the hammock or sometimes help me but it was always blissful.  So I love this table.  I have already made it clear it stays with me forever.  But in my bedroom.  That we already have waaaaaaaaayyy too much stuff in.  I figure at 40 cent an hour raises one a year(thats if I earn the full raise instead of 20 or 30 cents) then I should be able to afford our own place by about 2020.  We did manage to get the fossil started up but had to completely wipe everything from it to get it to work so I am hoping I somewhere in that creepy spidery storage shed is a box with all of our photos and video that I burned to disc before I up and left 5 years ago.  It doesn't seem real sometimes that I came back here to get a summer job where my family could help with my son and I could save a few dollars as my husband (going through a total breakdown) got things in order up there and was to find us a new place to live and find himself a real job.  I never did believe he would settle down here with me.  Even though I wouldn't trade a second of the experiences I have had living here again being with my sister and parents and my job I have and friends I have made I am sorely missing my children in Virginia and my granddaughter. She starts kindergarden this year and I feel like I should be there.  Yes my daughter has her real mother who just moved back to Va but I should be there too.  For the twelve years I lived in VA I missed Florida everyday  but I knew that was where I belonged.  And for the last five years I have known this was where I belonged.  Now I am not so sure.  I have to remind myself one of the reasons I neede my family here was I could not deal with my husbands depression alone anymore.  There was no support system and by the time I left I had fallen into a horrible depression myself.  I am still trying to lose the excess weight I packed on during that dark time.  There was a little part of me when I saw that sinkhole in Orlando that was relieved because if Florida is going to just sink into the ocean I can move up north and even get my family here to come with me.  Selfish yes but it was only a brief thought.   It is already 10 am so I missed my early morning exercise before the wall of humidity moves in.  And since I have been informed that I am going to Disney this weekend today is really the last day I have to spend with my son before he starts school next week.  I predict a day of him kicking my ass at video games I was playing before he was born and 7-11 slurpee runs.  Not a bad day I guess.