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

[ilexx.livejournal.com]

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.


i SO here ya there, sister.

me?

well, i have yet to get paid from the piano shop for work dating back to june. this is NOT their fault - i simply have not turned in my paperwork to GET paid. similarly, i have not done my taxes, even though my extension deadline just passed me by. well, correction - i HAVE done my taxes. they're printed out and with our mortgage shit. in a pile next to my desk. i don't have all the money to pay the GDOR or IRS, but i probably WOULD have all the money if i just did my fucking paperwork and got current with my pay. oh, and i have now TWO piano actions sitting in my garage to be worked on.

everyone i know gives me all this sympathy and allowance and excuses because i'm "SO busy." but the truth is that i'm not THAT busy. i got home at around 8 tonight, and instead of working on any of that, i had dinner and watched two episodes of Lost and am now fucking around on the computer.

the same goes for my own music - i was supposed to spend a whole day this past weekend working on two songs that need finishing. did i? nope. i don't really understand why i can't pull myself out of the habit of avoiding things i love doing. it's fucking retarded. instead, i berate myself and become really avoidant about everything.

and i have two clean pairs of underwear left.

i can't believe i'm considering getting pets when i can't manage to take care of myself or my own surroundings.