Every morning I wake up and ask MPS
‘what is the plan for today?’
I need a plan.
I crave some structure in my life.
With everything so very oooof and meh and OMG and WOW and oh no not now I am more overwhelmed than before.
And the lack of a plan is making it worse.
Roboboot and I hobble around in circles trying to make some sort of order in the world.
Just so I can breathe again.
And my mind is no fucking help. Coming up with NEW and AWESOME ideas for Moo’s party or deciding that today is the day that we should completely rearrange the house or start a marathon or something equally as stupid and unattainable while I am tightly bound in this boot.
As an aside: today I am going to strip furniture and paint it turquoise. I already have my painting clothes on. And done the cleaning prep. SOMEONE STOP ME OMG.
Then there is the feedburner issue and downloading a whole fucking guide and still I am confused, am I going to have to pay MORE MONEY for people to read this crap? Soon a psych is going to be cheaper.
When did blogging get to be a CHORE? Some explain this shit to the brain damaged crazy person pleeeeeeaaaase…
The 0 subscribers is making my
ego heart sad.
So the plan.
Kelley you will, from this day forward or maybe starting Monday…
Eat. When you are overwhelmed you forget to eat and then you get dizzy. And then you eat shit. Which makes you feel like shit. So you eat crap. Which is shitty crap and the poo related metaphors continue. STOP IT.
Boundaries. Yes it is a really fucking AWESOME idea to cover the entire house in handmade paper/foam bricks to resemble the inside of Hogwarts, but it is just not going to happen. Let it go. You don’t have to decorate every single room for one party and HONESTLY no one will care or even notice if the beds don’t have bedding matching the party theme.
But I will…
Lists. Stop writing endless lists listing the lists you have already listed. One list for cleaning and one list for baking and one list for decorating and one list for miscellaneous and ONE list of lists of the lists…
No party planning until the housework is done. Because mess is overwhelming. Duh.
Leave the house. (I have been really good with this one. I have yet to leave on my own but party planning requires purchases and since discovering that ebay is a motherfucking ripoff (shutup, I am from the country. I thought 37 bucks with shipping for this:
was a fucking bargain until I was informed they were on special at Cosco for 15. Fuck it) I have to venture out amongst the Great Unwashed to purchase shit. So far it has pretty much been the discount store and Bunnings.
I fucking love Bunnings.)
If the Achilles is screaming SIT THE FUCK DOWN! Cause if the fucker snaps MPS will be wiping your arse. True story.
Do one project at a time. Finish what you start and THEN move on to something else. Four hundred partly started projects cause mess and panic attacks.
Me time every day. Bitch your eyebrows are meeting at the middle and making their way down to your bikini line. Which also? WOAH. Make time for some motherfucking grooming already.
So there you have it.
Now excuse me while I go and paint all of the furniture and clean the ceiling.
What? The Plan starts Monday… next.