I'm in kind of a mood today... I am buried in laundry - I am feeling like I am drowning in the disorganization of this house.
And I say "this house" because it doesn't even feel like "home" right now. Instead it feels like something I need to battle and overcome.
I can't even count how many times I've gone into a frustrated clean & purge to then turn around, later the same day, to find an area I've cleaned and organized, covered AGAIN with stuff that isn't even MINE!!!
Hubs and I are both rather disorganized people. This comes out in a lot of ways... we struggle with things like grocery shopping, meal planning, time management and organization.
My late parents were working their way into being able to be featured on the show "Hoarders" (although they were what I would call organized hoarders).
With me being the extremely unhealthy and what my older sibs would call "spoiled" youngest child -- I didn't have a lot of responsibility growing up.
- I was never taught how to cook
- I never had to help clean up inside the house (not even in my own room)
- I never had to do my own laundry until I was in my late 20s
- I was never taught about managing my finances
Why did my Mom insist of giving me my baths? Because she was afraid that I would drown.
Even in my early 20s, after Daddy died and I still lived at home with my Mom, I had to leave the bathroom door unlocked and ajar so she could call in and make sure I wasn't dead.
This might have been related to me trying to kill myself back when I was about 9 (I drank the grossest looking thing I could find in the medicine cabinet - and puked my guts out).
I just read what I have so far to 1G1D1Y because I'm feeling super-venty.
Of course we can add that to my upset tummy & bowels - thank you stress!!!
Silliest thing that's stressing me... I do NOT have my Lazy Accents move down pat for belly-dancing tonight...
OK -- I'm cutting this off for now. Hopefully I'll have a happier post later.