It’s the small things
Well I did end up accomplishing some things today, which helped lift my depression a bit. I:
- scooped the catbox
- emptied the trash
- vacuumed most of the apartment
- bought more kibble for the cats
- cleaned the kitchen
- made a list of things I must do tomorrow
- did my week-overdue budget analysis
A lot of that is hormonal nesting in preparation for george, I know. Every month, I get to the point of bleaching things because of the hideous hormone-induced nesting which terrifies me because it reminds me that female primal instincts are in charge - not my mind. Only, the instincts are a bit retarded, because I’m not pregnant, and yet every month, I go through what seems to be the same XXTREME NESTING olympics that pregnant women do.
Anyway. At least I did *something* today.
March 18th, 2006 at 4:32 pm
My whole apartment does the whole nesting cleaning thing too. I’ve been known to do weird things that while needed to be done was way more than I would normally do. Like get on my hands and knees to scrub the kitchen floor.
March 18th, 2006 at 6:13 pm
I am all about scrubbing floors on my hands and knees when I’m in XXTREME NESTING, too!