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Mar. 29th, 2019 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Well today my sinuses are bad so I'm mildly dizzy, so I've called off work again and am now in my customary "now you're just being lazy" / "but work is meaningless" / "but money" / "but you earn so little what does it really matter" kind of spiral, so that's great. I didn't get much cleaning done yesterday, but managed to drag myself into the kitchen to make dinner, but Dude did not pitch in and do any dishes at all, and this morning when I dragged myself out of bed I saw a silverfish run over the filthy kitchen counter and had a mental crisis about it.
So I guess I'm going to try to take enough mucous thinners to stand up, and then clean the whole house today, because he is not going to pitch in and help at all and I guess I'm the only one who lives here?
(He complains occasionally that he can't clean because my stuff is in the way, but I don't have time to get my stuff out of the way because I have to continually clean and re-clean the kitchen counters and the bathroom sink and the basic shit we both use and there's just no time or spoons left over to deal with the clutter so we're just going to die like this unless I move out. Oh, I tried not wasting time on the kitchen counters and the bathroom sink and the kitchen floor and stuff, and when I was away for weeks at a time I stopped sweeping the kitchen floor whenever I came home, and if you were wondering where the breaking point is where he'll start tidying up after himself, that point is Never, so. Now I get to try to dig out from under that and get us back up to the baseline point we were in like, 2014, the last time I made any effort to stay on top of this shit.)
So I should make a list of what to clean. So far I've worked on dishes for 45 minutes, and laundry for 30. I guess I'll try tidying in sweeps-- like, come in and do a sweep where I remove everything extraneous that's easy to pick up, and put it into a more fitting spot, and then take a break, and then get up and do it again, until I've got it down to a level where there are things I can actually clean.
But I've also got to block out time to do the basic, simple, clean the kitchen stuff, and the rest of the dishes, which I just resent. He was sick for two weeks, two weeks ago, and I've got to dig us out now that it's my turn to be sick. (I was keeping up well, did all the cooking and dishes on top of the stuff I normally do for two weeks, but in the two weeks since I kind of tapered off and he just... didn't come back up to speed and now everything's a disaster so I guess I get to catch up all on my own.)
I did get the guest bed made and tidied, which could be a good spot for my friend's kids to sit when they come. That's the thing, I don't know why she'd want to bring them here, even when the house is immaculate it is the size of a postage stamp and there is nowhere two energetic small children can run around, at all. They can't even sit on the floor and make a mess, because there is physically not enough room between pieces of furniture to sit on the floor. They will have to sit on a bed, because it is the only free flat space in the entire house. They could sit on a couch but then the adults would have to stand, because there is nowhere else in the house to sit until it gets warm enough to open the door to the back porch. It is a very small house, and children from a house with an eat-in kitchen, a dining room, a family room, a formal living room, a full furnished basement, and five bathrooms are probably not going to be super comfortable or able to play the way they're used to. You can't run in here, you slam into a wall before you can get up to speed. It's a tiny fucking house, okay?
But I do want to ever be able to see friends, and clearly she feels it uneven that we always visit her house, so they're coming to see a science museum and then hang out, but really I don't know how this hanging out is really going to go. She's seen my house, she knows, but I don't think she remembers. Or, she's got that thing that parents of kids sometimes get, where they're like "it'll be fine i can parent them through this" when really I don't know why you would. I think I'm going to have to take all the musical instruments and store them on top of my bed and then shut my bedroom door, because children love to play with musical instruments and I have literally nowhere else to put them once I've crammed everything else I'm getting out of the way or hiding into the attic or basement...
Sigh. I should have done more yesterday but I was genuinely ill. I'm genuinely ill today, too, but I'm out of time, so.
Ugh, time is gapping, it was 9:45 when I sat down and it's twenty after ten now. I'm not going to get anything done today and I'm probably going to die trying. If you were wondering, no, the mucous thinners aren't helping whatever the sinus shit is. Alas. Oh good now it's 10:30! Get up, me.
So I guess I'm going to try to take enough mucous thinners to stand up, and then clean the whole house today, because he is not going to pitch in and help at all and I guess I'm the only one who lives here?
(He complains occasionally that he can't clean because my stuff is in the way, but I don't have time to get my stuff out of the way because I have to continually clean and re-clean the kitchen counters and the bathroom sink and the basic shit we both use and there's just no time or spoons left over to deal with the clutter so we're just going to die like this unless I move out. Oh, I tried not wasting time on the kitchen counters and the bathroom sink and the kitchen floor and stuff, and when I was away for weeks at a time I stopped sweeping the kitchen floor whenever I came home, and if you were wondering where the breaking point is where he'll start tidying up after himself, that point is Never, so. Now I get to try to dig out from under that and get us back up to the baseline point we were in like, 2014, the last time I made any effort to stay on top of this shit.)
So I should make a list of what to clean. So far I've worked on dishes for 45 minutes, and laundry for 30. I guess I'll try tidying in sweeps-- like, come in and do a sweep where I remove everything extraneous that's easy to pick up, and put it into a more fitting spot, and then take a break, and then get up and do it again, until I've got it down to a level where there are things I can actually clean.
But I've also got to block out time to do the basic, simple, clean the kitchen stuff, and the rest of the dishes, which I just resent. He was sick for two weeks, two weeks ago, and I've got to dig us out now that it's my turn to be sick. (I was keeping up well, did all the cooking and dishes on top of the stuff I normally do for two weeks, but in the two weeks since I kind of tapered off and he just... didn't come back up to speed and now everything's a disaster so I guess I get to catch up all on my own.)
I did get the guest bed made and tidied, which could be a good spot for my friend's kids to sit when they come. That's the thing, I don't know why she'd want to bring them here, even when the house is immaculate it is the size of a postage stamp and there is nowhere two energetic small children can run around, at all. They can't even sit on the floor and make a mess, because there is physically not enough room between pieces of furniture to sit on the floor. They will have to sit on a bed, because it is the only free flat space in the entire house. They could sit on a couch but then the adults would have to stand, because there is nowhere else in the house to sit until it gets warm enough to open the door to the back porch. It is a very small house, and children from a house with an eat-in kitchen, a dining room, a family room, a formal living room, a full furnished basement, and five bathrooms are probably not going to be super comfortable or able to play the way they're used to. You can't run in here, you slam into a wall before you can get up to speed. It's a tiny fucking house, okay?
But I do want to ever be able to see friends, and clearly she feels it uneven that we always visit her house, so they're coming to see a science museum and then hang out, but really I don't know how this hanging out is really going to go. She's seen my house, she knows, but I don't think she remembers. Or, she's got that thing that parents of kids sometimes get, where they're like "it'll be fine i can parent them through this" when really I don't know why you would. I think I'm going to have to take all the musical instruments and store them on top of my bed and then shut my bedroom door, because children love to play with musical instruments and I have literally nowhere else to put them once I've crammed everything else I'm getting out of the way or hiding into the attic or basement...
Sigh. I should have done more yesterday but I was genuinely ill. I'm genuinely ill today, too, but I'm out of time, so.
Ugh, time is gapping, it was 9:45 when I sat down and it's twenty after ten now. I'm not going to get anything done today and I'm probably going to die trying. If you were wondering, no, the mucous thinners aren't helping whatever the sinus shit is. Alas. Oh good now it's 10:30! Get up, me.
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Date: 2019-03-29 05:57 pm (UTC)