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

[shes-precious.livejournal.com]

My son has set the house on fire twice. He sneaks into our rooms and rambles through our drawers and steals things. He has taken a knife and carved holes in the walls and furniture. He used my wheelchair as a battering ram and put holes in the living room walls. He has stolen my credit card and monies from my wallet. He decided that throwing his $700 clarinet up and down the halls at school was a fun way to go to the principal's office when already in trouble. Things confiscated from him seem to magically make their way back to his room. We caught him trying to sell his Adderall at school. Most of this is acting out because of my ex-husband, his father, who treats him like unwanted dog shit and we have tried everything within and beyond reason.

[shes-precious.livejournal.com]

and I didn't even mention the mounting hospital bills, the lack of energy from my treatments, the constant being sick, the lack of money, the disaster of my house, the three-year old whose new favorite phrase is "I don't want to" ... I think my entire life is out of control