Clean House

I guess the theme for this weekend is laziness with minimal productivity.

I woke up, took a nap, ate, watched movies, picked up my clothes from the seamstress, organized a few shelves, and did a load of laundry.

That was my Sunday in a nutshell.

Once again, I was hoping to clean and organize and transform myself into a housewifey, but that did not happen. I was hoping that I would make enough progress that Mister A would notice when he got home, but no luck. Laziness won once again. Laziness and Hulu.

So, the house is still a mess. The mess doesn’t really bother me so much. Only when someone wants to come over or shows up unexpectedly. I mean, I don’t do that to you, so don’t do that to me. Unless, you’re one of my people. My people know who they are and my people are always welcome.

Mister A was in a training most of the day and then he went to play tennis a while after. When he got home, he threatened to sort all the clean laundry on the sectional. I’m worried. I hope he was joking because if not, that would totally mess with my self-diagnosed OCD.

I guess I really, seriously need to make the time and take the time to clean house. I’m an adult now, right? So, that means I need to shape up, right? Can’t I wait until I’m 30 years  old to start acting like an adult?

Too many questions, I know.

One last one…I promise. To myself. And you, if you have any helpful tips for me.

Why am I so lazy and unmotivated to clean and organize our home and maintain it?

 

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When Laziness Strikes

L-A-Z-Y. That was me from the moment I woke up.

I did not do anything productive today.

Unless, you consider cooking lunch and heading out to get food and hygiene products productive.

That was it, really.

These past few weeks have been busy and eventful. The good and bad kind.

And it was my first real Saturday off.

I haven’t been getting enough sleep.

Clocked in a few ZZZs here and there, but I still felt restless.

Tomorrow is another day off. Another real day off.

I might go to church in the morning. That’s the only thing that requires me leaving the house.

Other than that, I’m staying home.

Mister A has to work, so he’ll be gone all day.

I have so many things to catch up on – both at work and at home.

Maybe I’ll be more productive tomorrow.

If not, there’s always the day after…

28 Years Young

Celebrating My 28th.

I am 28 years old today.

I had a wonderful day filled with love and many blessings.

…with yummy food and thoughtful gifts.

I can’t help but wonder about what this year has in store for me…

I am optimistic. I am hopeful. I am excited.

I am also a little scared…

Here’s to my 28th!