I am so frustrated with me I could scream
I have crap all over the place. Papers, magazines, notes, notebooks, books.
I am even spilling over into the blue bedroom, which is Julia's room when she is home.
The garage is a mess. The basement is a mess. My mind is a mess.
I have been disorganized my entire life. But now it is really getting to me.
Can't find Corki's leash. I don't remember where I put it. Lost a vice grips the other day. Found it with my shoes. (Exit 99ers...see a pattern? When I lost the group's checkbook, where did I eventually find it? In a shoe!! WTH)
I spent countless minutes today looking for a book I am reading. I found it in a pile of stuff.
The dining room table is loaded with pictures and albums and envelopes for pictures in so I can send them to people. Been that way for 6 weeks and today I brought up more pictures.
I just hope I can go through these before Thanksgiving.
It's not easy being me.
At least I made it through my blood test without any problems today.
Stay healthy. Stay safe. Mask it or trump it.
Peace and Love
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