Thursday, January 28, 2010

Neverending work

I have realized why I am so goddamn busy all the time. Let me guide you through my last two days and you will get my point.

Yesterday I came home to an apartment that, to put it mildly, looked like someone had tossed in a hand grenade and shut the door. I decided to clean it, and ended up vacuuming all the floors, emptying the garbagebag, do my bed, including freeing it from cathair (Its everywhere!!), mop the floors to get rid of the faint smell of catpee (since the cat pees on the floor if he feels like it), organizing my wardrobe, do all the washing up (and wipe the zink and kitchentable clean) put away all the loose papers that are EVERYWHERE and cleaning the cat's litterbox.

There. Nice and clean apartment.

Today, when I woke up, the cat had peed on the floor, slept in my bed, and pooped in the litterbox. I made breakfast and ended up with a zink full of washing-up, and breadcrumps on the table. I have also done the laundry so I have to sort that into my wardrobe. Then I finished by paying my bills so now I have paper everywhere.

Why do I feel I did all of yesterdays work for nothing?


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