Now with Bonus!
May. 23rd, 2006 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sailorzeoNot only am I still bored, but now I'm morose, a condition exacerbated by my dropping my bowl of comfort ice cream on the floor this morning.
I need to clean. Seriously. The kitchen disgusts me, and it takes a lot to disgust me, cleaning-wise. I'm working on reclaiming the guest room as a guest room and our bedroom as our bedroom, since it's been a month now that Matt and I've been sleeping in the guest room (ever since the waterbed sprung a leak and we slept in there while the patch was sealing). I have a guest coming in two weeks, and she'll need the guest room.
But while the flesh is willing to clean, the spirit is in a blue funk and just can't seem to handle the mounting mountain of dishes, laundry, and other varied and sundry cleaning duties. Matt's too tired to do any of it, between work, school and meeting. He'll try. But it doesn't last.
Add in medication that makes me feel like I constantly have to pee, and a growing obsession with having meals at the lake, and I am in a seriously weird state of mind. I don't want to deal with decisions. Even something as simple as, "Do you want broccoli on your pizza?" sets me off screaming, "I don't care, just make a freaking decision!!!" I know he's trying to be helpful, but I just want the pizza, I don't care what's on it anymore.
I need time off from work. A lot of time. Like two weeks. Two weeks where I can get this place together, plus get in some rest and hopefully not have to worry about anyone else's needs. Not going to happen, as I'm only part-time and don't have vacation time or anything, but it would be nice.
I need to clean. Seriously. The kitchen disgusts me, and it takes a lot to disgust me, cleaning-wise. I'm working on reclaiming the guest room as a guest room and our bedroom as our bedroom, since it's been a month now that Matt and I've been sleeping in the guest room (ever since the waterbed sprung a leak and we slept in there while the patch was sealing). I have a guest coming in two weeks, and she'll need the guest room.
But while the flesh is willing to clean, the spirit is in a blue funk and just can't seem to handle the mounting mountain of dishes, laundry, and other varied and sundry cleaning duties. Matt's too tired to do any of it, between work, school and meeting. He'll try. But it doesn't last.
Add in medication that makes me feel like I constantly have to pee, and a growing obsession with having meals at the lake, and I am in a seriously weird state of mind. I don't want to deal with decisions. Even something as simple as, "Do you want broccoli on your pizza?" sets me off screaming, "I don't care, just make a freaking decision!!!" I know he's trying to be helpful, but I just want the pizza, I don't care what's on it anymore.
I need time off from work. A lot of time. Like two weeks. Two weeks where I can get this place together, plus get in some rest and hopefully not have to worry about anyone else's needs. Not going to happen, as I'm only part-time and don't have vacation time or anything, but it would be nice.
