Friday was my first day off for Christmas break, so I started packing then. I got as far as posting stuff for sale on Craigslist, packing my books away, selling dishes, and staring at the 40 or so Kumon boxes my boss gave me to use to mail. Saturday, I packed up most of my clothes and made a pile of stuff to donate to various places.
This is the progress I made between those two days:
some of my stuff, mostly clothes, books, and art stuff
My stuff again (?)
My bf's stuff is to the right, everything else is the mess on our couch to sort through
the step ladder, my coat, and a big corner of stuff to donate
this is the dog, pretending she is abused
this is my cat, hiding on a cot under the table
this is my cat Boss, ordering Thai takeout
As you can clearly see, this house was a complete mess. So Sunday rolled around, and I'd gone to bed about 1 am, hoping to get up by 9. Nope, it was almost noon. I took a shower, and felt lethargic for a while, so we watched TV. We wound up watching VeggieTales, Star Trek, and Are We Done Yet? before I went to get Thai takeout. I figured that after my walk, I'd feel up to cleaning.
Came back with dinner, ate, then felt like dicking around some more. Definitely not cleaning. I wound up starting to watch a show about Yellowstone on PBS and ended up taking a 2 hour nap on the couch with my cats. Now I'm blogging about packing instead of actually packing. My reasoning is that if I talk about it, and take pictures of it, I'll be motivated to somehow impress you with my progress.
I really fn hate packing, man. I get so overwhelmed by everything to be done that I short-circuit and wind up doing nothing. It's not productive at all and I'm pretty sure I've heard the same excuse on that show Hoarders. My goal for tonight is to get at least something cleaned up and find the Wiimote so I can watch my favorite show, Nip/Tuck.
Everything is just such a mess and such a mess to go through that I feel so defeated~~~~ Every time I move, I curse myself for having so many things. But, I'm telling myself that I've gotten pretty much everything packed away and now the issue is just getting off my booty and throwing stuff out.
And dishes and laundry. Laundry I don't really have a problem with once it gets going except that my boyfriend is having difficulty breathing and I don't want to stir up the air with the dryer. As for dishes, I'm ok with them once I get started, too, but I'm the worst at dishes. I'm the worst at everything, and someone's going to get lost in this horrible mess.
Okay, now that I've appropriately guilted myself into motivation, time to go look at everything, get discouraged, and sit down again. Fighto-oh!
(By the way...)
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!! I hope that your holiday was full of love, peace, and happiness that sees you through to the New Year!
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