Where have I been?
Ay ay ay.
Busy. Sure. But I've also been sort of squirrelled away, tucked out of sight, in a self-imposed retreat from the world. I've sort of escewed anything recreation and only gone out to do the things I was OBLIGATED to do; work....doctor's....a family thing or two. Other than that stuff? I've been here, sequestered and secluded, and still, somehow, not one bit productive!
But I've been sort of forcing myself to relax, to take some actual vacation days, to fuck off any which way I choose, and to not feel too terribly guilty about it or stressed that I'm not doing something productive. Believe it or not, it hasn't been easy. And if you saw this disgrace of an apartment, you'd understand! We have so much to get done and on top of that I ought to be lesson planning, but instead I have made myself ignore all that, and just disappear. Into my writing (which, at this point would be more accurately classified as 'reading'), into one video game, and then another, and then yet another, into nostalgic sitcoms--Oh, Phoebe, you crack me right up, you wacky, off-beat minx, you!-- into long talks with my husband or long sessions of fooling around (also with husband...don't get your hopes up, heeheehee...).
But I think tonight really has to be the end of all that happy nothingness. After we make completely undeserved chocolate chip cookies and watch Ross and Rachel dance around inevitability some more, and after we test out our brand new, just-arrived-today, memory foam mattress-- after tonight I think I need to rejoin the human race, take up the burden of adulthood once more, and really set my life on the right track.
So many new beginnings on the horizon. So much promise. So many opportunities to really change my life for the better and take strides toward the hopes and dreams I'd previously turned from in my hopeless ness, in my pessimism, in my stress and dread and doubt and fear.
Watch me get hit by a bus tomorrow, lol.
Nah, I'll be ok. It's hard to get hit by a bus whilst cleaning your bathroom, right?
Oh, did I mention that Aaron is attempting to potty-train the cats? As in, use our toilet. Yes. Another reason why no one is visiting us for a while. Until we are out of the kitty litter sandbox on the toilet seat phase, the bathroom is a goddamn nightmare. Potty training your cats is not for the weak willed, nor the squeamish! I would further recommend that you have, say, a guest bathroom in your home in which to do the potty training, rather than just the one bathroom for humans and animals alike to share...
But won't it be nifty to never have to scoop again? never again pay outrageous fees for litter, to never again smell that awful ammonia stecnh or that we-just-pooped-in-the-litter-box aroma? Fingers crossed!
Ay ay ay.
Busy. Sure. But I've also been sort of squirrelled away, tucked out of sight, in a self-imposed retreat from the world. I've sort of escewed anything recreation and only gone out to do the things I was OBLIGATED to do; work....doctor's....a family thing or two. Other than that stuff? I've been here, sequestered and secluded, and still, somehow, not one bit productive!
But I've been sort of forcing myself to relax, to take some actual vacation days, to fuck off any which way I choose, and to not feel too terribly guilty about it or stressed that I'm not doing something productive. Believe it or not, it hasn't been easy. And if you saw this disgrace of an apartment, you'd understand! We have so much to get done and on top of that I ought to be lesson planning, but instead I have made myself ignore all that, and just disappear. Into my writing (which, at this point would be more accurately classified as 'reading'), into one video game, and then another, and then yet another, into nostalgic sitcoms--Oh, Phoebe, you crack me right up, you wacky, off-beat minx, you!-- into long talks with my husband or long sessions of fooling around (also with husband...don't get your hopes up, heeheehee...).
But I think tonight really has to be the end of all that happy nothingness. After we make completely undeserved chocolate chip cookies and watch Ross and Rachel dance around inevitability some more, and after we test out our brand new, just-arrived-today, memory foam mattress-- after tonight I think I need to rejoin the human race, take up the burden of adulthood once more, and really set my life on the right track.
So many new beginnings on the horizon. So much promise. So many opportunities to really change my life for the better and take strides toward the hopes and dreams I'd previously turned from in my hopeless ness, in my pessimism, in my stress and dread and doubt and fear.
Watch me get hit by a bus tomorrow, lol.
Nah, I'll be ok. It's hard to get hit by a bus whilst cleaning your bathroom, right?
Oh, did I mention that Aaron is attempting to potty-train the cats? As in, use our toilet. Yes. Another reason why no one is visiting us for a while. Until we are out of the kitty litter sandbox on the toilet seat phase, the bathroom is a goddamn nightmare. Potty training your cats is not for the weak willed, nor the squeamish! I would further recommend that you have, say, a guest bathroom in your home in which to do the potty training, rather than just the one bathroom for humans and animals alike to share...
But won't it be nifty to never have to scoop again? never again pay outrageous fees for litter, to never again smell that awful ammonia stecnh or that we-just-pooped-in-the-litter-box aroma? Fingers crossed!
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