This idea shamelessly stolen from missrachael: Your life, uncen

[kellinator]

"Do you ever feel like everyone else is much better than you are at the business of everyday life - that other people don't have to brush cat litter off their feet before they get into bed, and other people's children don't have dressers with one drawer that won't open (because their mothers were smart enough not to buy their nursery furniture at IKEA), and other people can manage to cook tasty, healthy food for their families every day without spending too much money on groceries, and still have time to do the laundry too?

Do you feel like this makes those people's lives not just more convenient than yours, but also morally superior to yours?

I didn't think so, but I am crazy that way, so help me out for a minute here. Please comment and tell me about one detail of your life that is completely out of control."

I'll start:

My apartment is a disaster area. I wouldn't even dream of having anyone over, and my mom would disown me if she saw it. Despite the special covered litter box with the litter catcher and the special mat underneath, the cats track litter everywhere, and even our clean clothes are covered with a layer of cat hair, because they like to sleep in the laundry basket, which is usually where I pitch the clean clothing. There are currently three days' worth of dishes in the sink, since James is not doing so well on his side of the chores since he started the 56-hour workweek (not that I expect him to; that's a lot of work) and I'm just lazy. The sad part is it's much better than last week's dishes, which took a full hour of my weekend. I'm constantly misplacing things and taking hours to find them, and the saddest part of all is that even though it makes me depressed to look around, I just can't find the motivation to clean and organize it, especially knowing we'd all just mess it up again anyway.

Your turn.

Comments

[katyakoshka.livejournal.com]

I have too much on my plate in every aspect of my life, and no one wants to leave me the time to get that shit taken care of, in addition to the time it takes to catch my breath. I'm overweight in a way that means I'm uncomfortable and still unused to my size and lack of fitness. I lost the fitness I'd gained because I'm not sociopathic enough to kill the fucking teen shits that hang out in my neighborhood, and going elsewhere to work out defeats the point of taking up running, which is flexible and (theoretically) doesn't require driving. My apartment is a mess and I need to take a day off to get all that shit sorted out, but until we hire someone and all that, I can't afford it, and then I'm gone until the 20th of November.

Too much too soon too little time too little space and I need a sniper and a clock tower. Okay, not really on the last one. Yet.