That’s what I did today.
Mountains of it. Some of it even still smelled like campfire.
I was just a wee bit behind on household chores.
The resulting clean house, however, makes it worth both the incessant loading, unloading, folding, hanging, loading, unloading, folding, hanging, etc, etc and the ballooned up lip I got yesterday.
No, Taylor didn’t smack me, amd isn’t that a shame? Instead, while dusting and vacuuming, I must have gotten dog hair/dander/ick in a chapped/open area on my lip and it blew up in a hive the size of a marble. It was lovely.
The house is mostly clean. Yay me.
Ain’t life exciting? And I have like a gazillion reviews to catch up on plus I have to work for a few hours tomorrow.
I tell ya, it’s never ending.
And I want to murder Taylor because while I feel like I”m running around, non stop working and doing stuff to keep the house up, he’s…
Let’s just say not helping any.
This going from a house mouse, full time nothing to do but what he wants type submissive to a working girl…
It’s harder than I thought it would be.
Ah well. It’ll get easier. Eventually. Or I’ll adjust. Or whatever.
In the meantime… I’m damned sorry I’m so boring to read these days. Imagine living with me! :0