Even with a month off from work, I feel like I got very little accomplished- or that so much still remains to be done. There were setbacks, like a heavy rain storm that flooded out all my seeds that I worked so hard to plant. And months after so many inconveniences our electric problem has finally been diagnosed and will be resolved within a week or so. And of course, no matter how clean you get the place less than 24 hrs later cats will puke, kick litter all over the kitchen floor, leave hair all over freshly washed linens, and walk all over your clean counters. *SIGH*
At least there has been some fun like a trip to a local park:
journeys to vintage/thrift shops
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| vintage pink couch |
time spent cultivating the garden
strolls in lightening storms
And eating lots of ice cream.
Woke up at 5am to the sound of a cat puking. Even in the deepest of sleeps, when I hear those pre-barf retchings, I bolt awake, locate the asshole's whereabouts and scream them off the couch or carpet (if i can). I'd rather clean the mess off the kitchen floor or even the carpet if they are on the couch or bed. There's no way I'm gonna be able to do 5 cats and a newborn.
