Super PMS Batman!
Dec. 9th, 2007 08:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstorm...yeah, well, what do you expect with me drinking hot chocolate and eating kettle corn all evening for the last two nights?
But seriously, I woke up this morning. (Yeah, I did! Twice!). It's the first time in a long time I haven't slept with Angus, gotta admit, and the house is absolutely empty. There's snow outside sifting through the branches. Big house, no Bob, no Ryan, Vikki may be here but if so she's fast asleep. The kitchen, despite me doing some dishes yesterday, is once again full of ick-- I especially hate it when both sides of the double sink are filled up with dirty dishes so I have to excavate before I can clean some dishes. This is even ignoring the endless dirty cups that fill up the rest of the counter.
We have a house meeting today before I leave for work. It needs to be done. In my current state of mind (kill! kill!) it's likely bad timing. I'm pretty sure that being-alone and cleaning the kitchen (need to clean the fridge too, someone dumped water in it, and shovel the walk) will make me feel better. A clean house always does, and cleaning is soothing. Talking to people about it again will put me back in laundry-list mode (I inherited this from mom, you can see it above: I do *this* and *this* and *this* and *this*...)
This has gotta be a sucky post to read.
So anyhow, turning best music way up, contemplating trying a firelog in the fireplace, filling this too-empty space with myself-- and man, does it feel good to stretch out into it! It's nice to know that even just writing this makes me feel better when I wake up in that sort of a mood. It's nice to know that doing grown-up human things like cleaning house makes me feel good too.
It's nice to know that I *know* what makes me feel good, and I can do it when I get stuck in a bad place mentally.
Well, wasn't that a bit of a mood flip? *grin* See y'all on the other side of the dishpile.
But seriously, I woke up this morning. (Yeah, I did! Twice!). It's the first time in a long time I haven't slept with Angus, gotta admit, and the house is absolutely empty. There's snow outside sifting through the branches. Big house, no Bob, no Ryan, Vikki may be here but if so she's fast asleep. The kitchen, despite me doing some dishes yesterday, is once again full of ick-- I especially hate it when both sides of the double sink are filled up with dirty dishes so I have to excavate before I can clean some dishes. This is even ignoring the endless dirty cups that fill up the rest of the counter.
We have a house meeting today before I leave for work. It needs to be done. In my current state of mind (kill! kill!) it's likely bad timing. I'm pretty sure that being-alone and cleaning the kitchen (need to clean the fridge too, someone dumped water in it, and shovel the walk) will make me feel better. A clean house always does, and cleaning is soothing. Talking to people about it again will put me back in laundry-list mode (I inherited this from mom, you can see it above: I do *this* and *this* and *this* and *this*...)
This has gotta be a sucky post to read.
So anyhow, turning best music way up, contemplating trying a firelog in the fireplace, filling this too-empty space with myself-- and man, does it feel good to stretch out into it! It's nice to know that even just writing this makes me feel better when I wake up in that sort of a mood. It's nice to know that doing grown-up human things like cleaning house makes me feel good too.
It's nice to know that I *know* what makes me feel good, and I can do it when I get stuck in a bad place mentally.
Well, wasn't that a bit of a mood flip? *grin* See y'all on the other side of the dishpile.
