Last post: September 27. A month and a day. And what a month and a day!
I think I've complained about time before on this blog (but I don't have the time to go back and see what I said), and I just want to complain some more.
Why is there always laundry to do? Why does the house keep getting dirty? Why do you look at a nice, clean sink one minutes, turn your back, and the look at it again to see it full of dishes? Come on, people! I really think I could spend all my time that I'm not at work cleaning or running errands or doing laundry or cooking.
Fellowship. Ah, the sweetness of that word. I find myself between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand, I can make sure all these everyday, mundane tasks are completed AND fellowship, which leaves me with about 3 hours to sleep every night. On the other hand, I can ignore the mundane tasks until (say once a month) I have a few spare hours to complete as much as I am able.
Knowing that the first option leaves me dead in a few months, I've been opting for the second track.
Can I tell you how gross my house was? Maybe I won't. It's all clean now, praise God. My room? I almost couldn't get to my bed last night because of the build-up of clothes (I had to pull all my winter clothes out because it's that funny time of year when it's summer one day and winter the next). That hasn't happened to me in five years.
Okay, being able to talk about five years ago and have it still be within my adulthood is not happy. I am going to ignore my unironed clothes and fellowship.
