I just really do. It’s not fun or calming for me. I wish i was one of those people who found it cathartic. I just find it as suckage and it shows in my house. My parents came over to move my old fridge downstairs as I’m getting a new one Saturday. They decided to come over earlier then i expected so the house was a disaster. I don’t care about my mom seeing it as she will nah regardless but i do care that my dad saw it. And smelled it. Like the cat box and gross food smell as there was left over dishes in the sink. I prayed he didn’t have to use the bathroom.
The thing of it is my dad is passive aggressive he won’t say anything to me but will my mom who will then tell to me over and over again. Plus i know Tuesday i have a six hour round trip car drive with her as my middle son gets his mri Tuesday and is three hours there and back. We are taking her van as my check engine light is on and i don’t want to get stranded. So… I’m sure it’ll be brought up.
Since they left i have taken a nap… went down a rabbit trail of true crime videos and just time sucked on my phone. I need to clean the spot my fridge was in so i don’t feel embarrassed when the fridge gets delivered. I need to also clean my office as it’s starting to affect my mental health in my work space. I’m trying to find mojo to get this done but here i sit writing this 🤦♀️
It’s not even a depression thing i just don’t want to do it. Ugh… here i go. Hope you all are having a good day and are coping with what life brings. I know i am trying.