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I've decided that The Darkness, or "depression" as some people call it, sometimes comes when my house is in a disastrous state. Clothes everywhere, dirt all over the floor, mail piled a mile high, etc. So today, I rectify that.
Yes, I know there are ways to spend fifteen minutes a day doing little things so I don't have to take an entire day to do them. But with three kids and a full time job, it's hard to stop writing IEPs and taking phone calls and making a cup of juice to sweep the floor and mop.
So today, I go through mail and sweep and mop and tidy the painting station my friend and I made yesterday so The Darkness can come again another day.
This is the bucket of mop water I made three days ago. I did mop under one of the couches, so it didn't go to waste!
I was dog-sitting for a friend of mine for 10 days. Now that I'm going on my own trip back to home for the holidays I'm doing a deep clean of my apartment, and that doggo shed so much damn hair around my place that I am legitimately going to have to sweep and mop again tomorrow to get this place clean.
I never thought my apartment would produce mop water this fucking nasty. I swept my little place good before I mopped and yet the mop water found soooo much dog hair that escaped the broom.
I want to come back to a CLEAN apartment, that is tidy and in order, but that might for real not be possible in the time I've got. There's just too much to do and not enough time to do it all.
[WE'RE GONNA THROW THESE ON THE SMOKER. SMOKING WITH PECAN WOOD? YES. HOW LONG. THREE HOURS OR SO. PUT HER DOWN, THREE HOURS, THEN WE COME BACK. NO BASTING, NO MOPPING, NO NOTHING. NO, SIR.]