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various things in the middle of may
May. 17th, 2014 12:51 pmDespite my efforts of the past few years, there are still things hard to change. Growing up Saturday morning was for chores. Clean the entire house. Windex and dust everything. Non-stop all morning. Some weekends I wake up and that's still what my body wants to do in a weird, nervous whirl. It's like how it took me a decade to realize I could buy the toothpaste I liked or that I didn't have to eat the whole box of cereal if I decided I hated the taste.
I still hate dealing with the dishes.
While washing out the recycling bin, I stepped in a giant ant mound. Only a few bites because I leaped backwards fast. Still. Horrifying. I dumped a bunch of poison but I suspect I'll just need more by tomorrow.
I feel like most people I know need some indeterminate amount of time to adjust to speaking in the morning. My mother hated to talk before she'd spent a good hour watching the news on weekend mornings. Mike is not very conversational until he's gone through his morning routine. This is not really the case with me. I wake up, and I'm awake. I can't snooze with an alarm, or just roll over and go back to sleep. I'm awake and I'm ready to start doing something. I think it has annoyed the hell out of everyone I've ever been in a relationship with. I have no understanding of why I work this way or what's wrong with me.
Part of the siding on our house needs some repairs. We are contemplating getting the house repainted as well. I kind of want it to be a mint green. We can't do anything too dark, because ugh the sun and the heat. My neighborhood has some brightly painted homes and there isn't a home owner's association because fuck that kind of douchebaggery. So a nice minty, cool green color. More blue than yellow. It would be nice.
I still hate dealing with the dishes.
While washing out the recycling bin, I stepped in a giant ant mound. Only a few bites because I leaped backwards fast. Still. Horrifying. I dumped a bunch of poison but I suspect I'll just need more by tomorrow.
I feel like most people I know need some indeterminate amount of time to adjust to speaking in the morning. My mother hated to talk before she'd spent a good hour watching the news on weekend mornings. Mike is not very conversational until he's gone through his morning routine. This is not really the case with me. I wake up, and I'm awake. I can't snooze with an alarm, or just roll over and go back to sleep. I'm awake and I'm ready to start doing something. I think it has annoyed the hell out of everyone I've ever been in a relationship with. I have no understanding of why I work this way or what's wrong with me.
Part of the siding on our house needs some repairs. We are contemplating getting the house repainted as well. I kind of want it to be a mint green. We can't do anything too dark, because ugh the sun and the heat. My neighborhood has some brightly painted homes and there isn't a home owner's association because fuck that kind of douchebaggery. So a nice minty, cool green color. More blue than yellow. It would be nice.