I woke up today and there are definitely signs of a struggle. Leftover dishes in the sink. Crumbs on the floor. Laundry that never quite made it to closets and drawers, all spread across the kitchen table.
The thing is, I was up til 10:30 last night (that's late for me), scrambling to leave the house clean, so I could wake up and feel good about the day before me. I know myself. When I wake up to a mess, I feel a mess inside. Unable to focus... already behind... frustrated. So I really strive to leave things in order before I go to bed. Thought I did that last night, but nope, guess I didn't follow through.
I do that a lot, apparently. Just spinning my wheels out here, y'all.
Oh well. I'm letting myself off the hook.
I cleaned a lot yesterday. Scrubbing and waxing the hardwood floors. Vacuuming rugs. Cleaning the counters extra good (especially that mouse poop that got behind the coffee pot). I did 500 loads of laundry. Used a sanitizing wipe to clean the poopoo that my 6-year-old left behind on the toilet seat. I cleaned the bathroom mirror...made my bed. I ran my 15-year-old to work, picked her up from work, took my son to karate went to the dollar tree to get crap I didn't need. Read a chapter out of a Jack Reacher book. Pretended I was Jack Reacher, kicking ass and solving crimes... all while nursing my 14 month old every time she wanted a snack, saying "NO NO!" 1,500 times, doing math with my 10 and 12 year olds, and reading book reports that I didn't want to read.
That's a lot. Go me. I feel used just thinking about it all.
So, instead of cleaning some more, or stressing, I sigh. Make the coffee... let my thoughts wonder somewhere else....
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Like why is this plant wilting? Not the big fake flowers, the small, tiny little potted plant, of the real variety. Yes, it is a crappy picture...zoom in.
It's falling over. Still looks green. Soil isn't too wet, or too dry.
Why did I throw away the little thingy that goes in its dirt? I always do that and then I have no idea what the plant is or how to care for it.
Google turned up no results... it showed me every houseplant on the Earth, except for this one. So, if you know what it is... let me know. It just lazes over like some floppy creature without a backbone...
All gooey and melting. Poor plant. I'm killing it.
But you know what? At least I care. That's a good sign, right?
May be signs of a struggle around here, but I'm going to keep on keepin' on, struggling.
evryday I'm hustlin'
Until next time,
Laurel
The thing is, I was up til 10:30 last night (that's late for me), scrambling to leave the house clean, so I could wake up and feel good about the day before me. I know myself. When I wake up to a mess, I feel a mess inside. Unable to focus... already behind... frustrated. So I really strive to leave things in order before I go to bed. Thought I did that last night, but nope, guess I didn't follow through.
I do that a lot, apparently. Just spinning my wheels out here, y'all.
Oh well. I'm letting myself off the hook.
I cleaned a lot yesterday. Scrubbing and waxing the hardwood floors. Vacuuming rugs. Cleaning the counters extra good (especially that mouse poop that got behind the coffee pot). I did 500 loads of laundry. Used a sanitizing wipe to clean the poopoo that my 6-year-old left behind on the toilet seat. I cleaned the bathroom mirror...made my bed. I ran my 15-year-old to work, picked her up from work, took my son to karate went to the dollar tree to get crap I didn't need. Read a chapter out of a Jack Reacher book. Pretended I was Jack Reacher, kicking ass and solving crimes... all while nursing my 14 month old every time she wanted a snack, saying "NO NO!" 1,500 times, doing math with my 10 and 12 year olds, and reading book reports that I didn't want to read.
That's a lot. Go me. I feel used just thinking about it all.
So, instead of cleaning some more, or stressing, I sigh. Make the coffee... let my thoughts wonder somewhere else....
Like why is this plant wilting? Not the big fake flowers, the small, tiny little potted plant, of the real variety. Yes, it is a crappy picture...zoom in.
It's falling over. Still looks green. Soil isn't too wet, or too dry.
Why did I throw away the little thingy that goes in its dirt? I always do that and then I have no idea what the plant is or how to care for it.
Google turned up no results... it showed me every houseplant on the Earth, except for this one. So, if you know what it is... let me know. It just lazes over like some floppy creature without a backbone...
All gooey and melting. Poor plant. I'm killing it.
But you know what? At least I care. That's a good sign, right?
May be signs of a struggle around here, but I'm going to keep on keepin' on, struggling.
evryday I'm hustlin'
Until next time,
Laurel
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