Monday, August 13, 2018
Sometimes I really hate myself
This is not my home. You know how you can tell? I don't have a treadmill.
Really, my living room and den are such a mess. My living room mess is perpetual. My den has been in disarray since I had to take all the books off the shelves back in 2016. 2016!
I had left Sunday open to do housework. To make a dent in the mess. And I didn't. You know what I did instead? Nothing.
I have to get the living room decluttered and the bathroom clean by 9:00 AM Tuesday, 8/22. That's when the first of two contractors is coming over to check out the bathroom and give me estimates for renovation.
Then I have to get the den elevated to at least presentable by the time I have the work done in October.
Why is this so hard for me? Cleaning up after oneself is something other people do rather effortlessly.
Sometimes I miss being in therapy. Sometimes I really hate myself.