My house hasn't been thoroughly cleaned in about two weeks. It literally looks like a bomb went off in here. And it smells like the inside of a sweaty wool sock. I have about three weeks worth of laundry to fold, and a week's worth to wash. Also, the bathroom cabinet contents seem to have spontaneously combusted at some point during the madness of last week.
I should insert a picture of the state of my living room floor right now. But it is cringe worthy. So I'm not going to.
I feel like I'm drowning in responsibilities. I felt like that as a stay at home mom too, but I actually got shit done then. Now I'm getting up at 3 am to be at work by 5 am, and getting home at about 3:30 pm, which means I rush through cooking dinner, paying bills online, and doing a load of laundry so I can have Robbie in bed by 7 pm and I can be asleep by 7:30 pm. It's kind of a recipe for disaster and embarrassment.
If my mother saw the way my house looks right now, she would be forced into an early grave. But not before she yelled at me for being a slob.
I keep telling myself I am going to get a giant calendar to hang in my kitchen, and on said calendar I will plan my weekly chores. *I aim to be one of those got her shit together Pinterest moms* But it never happens. And even if I did get one, I don't follow my weekly plans on the giant calendar by my bed, and I'm constantly writing things in my planner and forgetting about it. So what's the point in wasting effort and money on another calendar?
Because office supplies and caffeine are my life blood, that's the point.
Anyway, I should probably get up and do something productive with this day. Mostly I just need to get up to change what is streaming on the TV right now, because "Mitkey Kissmass" is playing for the gabillionth time and I've had enough of that crap.
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