- Shitty Sundays. We often clean the house on Sundays, and when we have sports ball, our schedule gets squeezed, and I find myself using hot water to clean pieces of grime from between the floorboards in the kitchen at like 7:00, a time when I would rather be sitting on my ass on the couch with a mason jar of alcohol. And! I am a huge bitch about it, basically all day. Part of this is that I like rules and order and I fear what would happen if I skipped a weekly deep clean. In my mind, we would instantly descend into squalor, and there would literally be no return to clean living. Typing this out, I know it is total nonsense. And yet. So! Starting now, shitty Sundays are a things of the past. If I really feel like I can't be happy without cleaning the house, then we will shuffle our commitments. This might mean taking the long view of the weekend and scrubbing toilets on a Friday afternoon, or it might mean skipping a sports commitment or two or maybe it means taking a fucking Xanax and skipping wiping the fingerprints off the damn fridge (NEVER!). Not sure yet, but I AM sure that I am going to relax and enjoy the weekend. I clean because it brings me joy. There's no need to be Joan Crawford about it.
- Shame spiraling. I am going to engage my book everyday of the week. I am going to act like I believe in my book. I am going to WRITE MY FUCKING BOOK.
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Things I am Leaving in February
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