Where is time going. I can't understand how this time a week ago I was at the vets with Roofie and I've hardly done a damn thing since. All the *I'm gunnas* have disappeared into the night and I'm still here with a messy house, grass that needs mowing, clothes that need washing, even the every day jobs haven't been done. For a week! And I promised myself that this week would be different. Blimey! There has to be something wrong with me. I don't know anyone else that lives like this and I have no idea why I choose to. My mother taught me better.....I should respect her, and myself, more and show it by being less slovenly.
It's not because I'm having a bout of depression either. I'm sad sometimes but Roofie was never a friendly cat so I miss him but not in a *cry too much can't see to do the housework* kind of way. I'm just a friggin' lazy bit** that needs a swift kick to get me moving and doing.
So! I'm gunna make a list. And this time next week things will be different. Yeah? Yeah.
Right now I will be off to clear and clean the sink. That means do dishes, wash, dry, put away. Wipe over. Do something with the bottles and the oranges. Will leave the oranges as they need juicing and that will make more mess.. Maybe I should do that first? The juice can then go in the bottles for the freezer so that will fix those two things then I can clean up and wash everything that is there and it will be one job done...'til tomorrow anyway...
2 hours ago