I'm going to be an adult today, I swear. I already have laundry going, and I am trying to decide if I want to clean up the cat's room (yes, our cat has his own room... it used to be the playroom and is sloooooooowly transitioning to a craft room of sorts) or if I want to go up and start working on my closet or what. SO MANY ADULTING CHOICES!
I have to get on the phone (*shudder*) and call a bunch of new therapists that my old one suggested because she is moving to California. I don't want to do this, but apparently it's "good for me" so I suppose I will give it a shot.
What else... I should think about cleaning the downstairs bathroom. And WeePiglet's room is a disaster, as usual. I don't normally go in and clean it myself but the battle to get her to do it is pretty epic at times, so it might be best for me to just go GET IT DONE and then I can bull-whip her over other things.
Help me stay motivated!
All right, we're two hours into my Tuesday and I have switched out the laundry (something like 4 loads down, 5 to go. I only do laundry when everyone else in the house is practically naked).
I paid the bills! I haaaaaate that because it gives me anxiety so I tend to um, put it off until the last minute, but I have put a lot of things on auto-pay now so that helps a lot.
Still haven't called any therapists. I will. I WILL. I'll do it.