Last week's experiment of writing everything helped me realize how much I actually do accomplish, but really made me realize how little I do for myself.
Anyone else ever notice that?
That you're busy taking care of everyone but yourself?
I don't think I like that much.
You know, not to say I don't enjoy taking care of my family because I do enjoy taking care of them and OCD really helps out a lot with keeping on top of all our damn laundry but I do need to figure out how to balance myself and accomplish other things besides dishes and clean floors.
Which reminds me, I need to vacuum. Crap.
My weekend was a blur. A big, messy, hectic blur of shopping and spending money which has caused me to panic (dude, new fridge, new stove and new grill; I can't decide if I'm spoiled or fell into a consumerism sandpit of shit). And then we had a big birthday celebration for my step-mom.
And then there was the hours upon hours of gardening-gardening-gardening which is making it nearly impossible for me to see straight today and questioning if maybe, perhaps I actually should live in a bubble because damn, yo. These allergies SUCK.
So my biggest question today is (other than what to make for dinner?) is should I spend time outside aggravating my allergies or upstairs continuing to tackle the big mess that's also dusty which? Guess? AGGRAVATES MY ALLERGIES.
Of course. I guess I don't have to answer that question until after I finish vacuuming.