So, I've got next week off of work - I decided to book my birthday week off. It was not a hard set plan, but my boss is making sure that I've got that time. And I'm glad that she did.
I have been working pretty much since August 2020 straight through, dealing with major staff shortages, asshole customers, and so much more. Honestly, I don't know how much more I can handle of it all. I hit a wall today where it was all I could do keep from screaming my head off.
I think it's a cumulation of a lot of things. The death of my mother, uncertainties about work, the stress of knowing that I absolutely must clean my apartment from top to bottom, and just everything. Plus the fact that I'm starting a writing class on Monday...homework. Ugh.
Today while out for coffee with a friend I started fleshing out a story that has been in the back of my mind and I figure that it will work for the class. I've got the d bit of brainstorming started so I can work from the scene I had dreamt about, and I was going to work some more on it when I got home but I did my my usual instead.
Procrastination is the name of the game!
Instead of sitting down with my notebook where I'm writing my notes and everything for the story I decided that it would be a great idea to clean my bathroom. Mind you, it's been a disaster for way too long and I finally got tired of stepping over the mess and basically ignoring it. One full bag of garbage later and it's looking way better. It's not finished yet, but now I'm no longer ashamed of it. I just have to put a few things away, declutter some more, and give the floor a good steam clean. And maybe pick up some high heat white paint for the floorboard heater because it's looking a little rusty in spots.
Next week while I'm off I've got a few things to do outside of the house, but when I'm not out dealing with those appointments my plan is to work more on cleaning my apartment up and getting rid of crap.
On Monday I have my first eye exam in over two years, which should be interesting. Especially as I'm wearing a prescription that is at least six years old. And I'm going to do everything I can to avoid progressives ever again because I can't stand them!
On Tuesday I have a spa appointment to get a facial treatment (no, not that kind of facial, you pervert!) and a hot stone pedicure. It's a birthday gift to myself. Well, it's a birthday gift to myself that my daughter will be paying for, not that she minds. Besides, I get my services at 50% off so it's all good.
Thursday sees me going to a comedy show that evening. Lisa Baker and John Sheehan. They're both Newfoundland comedians and I just love them to bits! And I will get to see a bunch of former coworkers at the same time. I'm so excited!
Oh, my writing class starts on Monday as well! I am more than a little nervous about it as I have not taken any sort of class in years. Plus I am nervous about people seeing my writing. Okay, so at one point I used to be a part of a few online roleplaying games, but that was different.
I'm hoping that between these busy times that I will be able to get my house fully sorted. I really am desperately tired of living in a disaster even though I know it's one of my own making. Now that I've got my bathroom started it should not too much more to get at the rest of the house. I just need to figure out which room to start in and work my way through.
Part of me thinks that it should be my living room that gets started on first. Once I get all the shite out of there then I will have a usable staging space for the rest of the cleaning. I just know from experience that the mess will look worse before it gets better, even with my plan of just going through the rooms and tossing everything not of immediate use into garbage bags. It is a very overwhelming task, but I know that I have to work away at it if I am ever going to reclaim my home from the mountain of crap I have collected over the years.
Such is life.
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