I’m taking a break from the massive downstairs cleanup I’ve been involved in for the last idunnohowlong.
I’m not focused on any one room at a time, so it doesn’t look like I’ve done a lot, anywhere, and that is frustrating.
I told Aislyn when I was done, we could go to Lickee’s and Chewy’s. But I wonder if she’d be just as happy with carry out. I don’t really feel like going in there today. They have curbside pickup.
I’ll take them if they really want to go, but I’m cold, for some odd and highly unusual reason, and I would just as soon stay in for the rest of the day.
I forgot that Desmond can’t have anything from there but a cookie because of his braces, so we’re going to have to go. For some reason, you can’t order a cookie for pickup. Oh, well. I tried.
I wish my house wasn’t always messy. More than many, many other things, I want to live in a remotely orderly home. A chaotically messy house really ramps up my anxiety.
I guess the living room looks somewhat better, compared to how it was.
It doesn’t have to be sterile, like Dad and Laurie’s. It doesn’t need to be neat and tidy like Mom’s. I have little kids; I’m a reasonable person.
I just want the kids to be able to invite their friends over, without me having to spend hours in a massive overhaul beforehand. I want to not have to spend hours of my weekend cleaning and organizing. I want our stuff to stay vaguely organized for more than one day.
The dining room is terrible. The kitchen is just dirty. The hallway/ entryway are not even really functional.
I can’t do it after work. It is just not an option for me right now. If I had a regular office job, maybe. But I don’t. I’m on the move for eight hours.
Desmond wants to see my blog. I told him I’d find a better post than this one. This one’s not funny at all. He says he likes the boring ones.
I will still try to write a happier post later, though, because now I feel bad.