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It's me. I'm the mess.

 My home was meticulous on Friday night. I had multitasked all day between work and picking up/cleaning.  I had my headphones in, calls forwarded, and a stack of travel authorizations to tackle and I managed to do it all - along with laundry, dishes, floors, dusting, and bathroom.  I was a freakin machine an by the time friday night rolled around I was ready to relax and enjoy the fruits of my labor.

So I made dinner.

Then I pulled out a project I've been working on.

Flicked through the channels and found something to keep me company.

decided to have a snack

Went looking for a piece of another project

decided to re-arrange a bookcase

Opened up the clothing packages that had arrived earlier in the day

Decided to try on a few outfits

Went to bed with a book and a cup of tea....no meds

slept like shit.  As in, did not sleep.

Woke up and realized my home was an absolute mess again.  

WTF

Can't blame the kids.

Can't blame the man.

The animals will take their appropriate blame.......i did not attack the plant spreading dirt all over the dining room, nor did I cough up hairballs in the living room.  I did not spread my kibble all over the kitchen floor.  So any floor mess......that's not mine.  I feel better.

I make coffee and start picking up after the storm I apparently created while in my head last night. 

Maybe there is such a thing as too much alone time?

This morning I realized with all the picking up, cleaning and organizing I did over the past 3 days......i successfully made another mess to wake up to.  

It's a repetitive cycle.  And I throw a lot of stuff away.  I buy less than 1/8 of what I used to buy.  I repurpose just about everything.  And yet, STUFF multiplies itself overnight.

My latest project is to add boot charms/chains to my combat boots. (examples below)  I have been collecting and tearing apart outdated jewelry for years now.  I don't throw it away.............i take it apart and throw it into a huge tin for "future projects".  I have collected inspiration photos on pinterst but non of them are exactly what I want.  So I will create it myself with said huge unorganized tin of torn apart beads and chains and pendents.....





but FIRST I must organize the tin.

Because what if I miss something that has been waiting to be added to my boots?

Did I make my boots last night?

No.

But I organized the shit out of that tin. 

Is it possible that I have ADHD?  I seriously wonder.  

Tonight I will go home, clean up after the animals and then make a mess making dinner.  Then I will want to sit down and relax.  I will scroll scroll scroll until I play my switch for a bit and then feel like going to bed to read.

In between I will talk to my bestie for at least an hour.  I will text with this weeks man who supposedly wants to meet me but has not asked me out for a date yet.  (He will then be swiftly cut off after 2 weeks of luke warm conversation)  I no longer get involved, or overinvest in bullshit conversation with males who all turn out to be the same story with the same ending.

I cannot WAIT to start getting involved at the lodge.  

I had this really great idea for a blog, had it outlined in my head, and didn't write it down.  So I forgot what the hell the idea was.

Very possibly ADHD.  Or I'm getting senile. 

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