Yet another day of chronicling how sleep deprived I feel. I have a secret to beat this. Really I do. It's called getting more sleep. Yet for some reason I fight my sleep like 2 year old, violently and without reason. It seems the older I get the more I revert back to my preschool days. All of this, though, is neither here nor there.
Today is the launch of me wanting to be a less unhealthy me. The majority of which shall be documented elsewhere. It's time I showed myself that I can be what I want. I'm going to be a dragon. Hopefully I'll be a dragon that doesn't feel like she's become such a slob. My first line of business needs to be to restore my home situation.
I have times when I like to think I'm not as bad a homemaker as others I know. I always knew that things get messy but it was always under control. Usually. Right?
Okay, maybe not. Right now is a prime example. I don't know why my landlady hasn't laid into me about the state of my room. The thought just hit me as I was looking around, "since when do I live in my own trash?" It's gotten a little scary. If I walked into a friends house and it looked like my room does now I'd be hard pressed to touch any surface. I take out the trash only to find more. An empty wine bottle lays on the floor making me out to be a little overindulgent. Laundry climbs the wall and dishes lay around rinsed but in desperate need to be thoroughly washed. I am immunized to my own mess. I don't know if it's because I alone use my dishes allows me to just keep using the dirty ones or if I'm just a disgusting person. Perhaps both? All I know is that I really should do better.
The deciding factor was when I left a used napkin on the floor for two days. It was when the word slob finally started to feel like one of my identifiers. Talk about a wake up call. It has gone beyond being too tired to clean to being to lazy to aim two feet to the left. The only saving grace is that I don't have an otherworldly smell that is usually associated with this kind of disarray...
That I know of. Could I be used to it?..
Oh man, I have to clean my room.
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