Y’all…there are things EVERYWHERE! By things I mean clutter and by everywhere I mean my apartment.
These are the remnants of my “whirlwind 2 weeks,” and it is not pretty.
2 overdue library books sit by my door…the recycling has reached Everest size again, my fridge is full of food that probably shouldn’t be eaten, and don’t even ask about the clothes/hanger situation…
I’ve microwaved dinner more times than I’d care to admit and I’m pretty sure I forgot to wear deodorant at some point in the last 72 hours.
The phrase “on top of things” is pretty much haunting my dreams and mocking me during my waking hours.
Also coming back to me are all the times I told my mom growing up “I like it like this…” or “I know where everything is, so what does it matter?”
Oh. It matters little 5…7….10…13…16…18 year old Mel. It matters.
So yea mom, you were right.
And for the time being, if anyone needs me, I’ll be trying to get the clothes and the hangers to start speaking to each other again and trying not to cry about the recycling. Or taking a nap.
What does your life look like at the present moment? Are you refereeing a nasty fight between your dresses and your hangers…or maybe the dresser is refusing to hang out with your pajama pants…? I don’t judge.