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.

2 Responses to “It’s the small things”

  1. patricia

    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.

  2. zept

    I am all about scrubbing floors on my hands and knees when I’m in XXTREME NESTING, too!