I know that doesn't make much sense but I did it for 2 reasons. DH will be coming home soon and I don't feel like hearing about "I'm-so-lazy-I-can't-even-wash-a-dish-not-like-I-was-working-a-full-time-job-where-I'd-have-an-excuse."
The bra is more simple. I need a clean one to go to the Partial Hospital tomorrow and I do them by hand. I also cleaned the kitchen table, changed the litter box and cleaned the bathroom sink. That last I had no choice as I wanted to rinse my bra out in it and it was dirty.
The cat-litter box is aimed mostly at DD because I will have to hear it from her as she comes in the door after 5pm. I don't know. I'm not very good when it comes to obnoxious smells. After all cleaning toilets and rooms after dementia residents is what I do. I will also get it where the trash can is concerned. The kitty litter is taken care of. It's the kitchen trash that Amanda bitches about, she smells things I don't I guess.
I already heard from my 6 year old tormentor at 6am. When he wakes up he feels lonely so I am his punching bag until I can't take it any longer and I get up in a very sour mood and worn out. Thank God his helper came and got him after noon because while he is around I figure that is work enough and I have no energy to do anything else.
After he left I sat around here and about 2pm I decided to head several people off at the pass because I am so sick of everybody bitching at me. But you know, they will find something.
DH is notorious for digging out old shit to bitch about. I always tell him if he had everything the way he wanted he would be miserable because there would be nothing to complain about.
Max will be back after 3:30 and Gene is here so he can deal with him.
I am saying all this to get my point across that I am hanging on by my finger nails here and I hope the Partial Hospital programme will enable me to crawl back up and take back my life.
Oh yeah. Lest I forget. Walmart's pharmacy pill # is busy so that lets me off the hook for a little longer. I have 4 bottles to fill. Just another molehill I have made into a mountain to climb over
I can totally relate to all of this. I tell myself...work for 15 minutes at something, that's all it takes. I tell myself pick up five things that are misplaced or need to be tossed. That usually gets me going, although not all of the time. Just two tips from Messie Annonymous...it's a lifetime battle.
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