Catching Up. Dammit.

It’s not the work. It’s the roadblocks.

I would have my house in order, if things would stop going wrong! It’s not particularly big things, but just…argh.

Okay. I went camping last weekend. Hell, yeah, I was going. The last time I was supposed to go, I ended up stressed out moving back into my house on New Year’s Eve. And the time before THAT I was supposed to go, my house flooded the week before, the water was shut off, and I figured I’d better cancel than leave person/people at home with animals and no water or transportation. So yeah. CAMPING. It was lovely. See over here if you want a few pictures. Maybe sometime soon I’ll post a few more here, but probably not. I didn’t take a lot of pictures since that’s a bad idea when one is driving.

I did start this book. It’s REALLY GOOD. At some point I hope to get back to reading it.

Um.

So I came home from camping, and the gear didn’t all go back in the closet right away because there’s still stuff in the closet from moving back in. Yes, in January. It’s a lot, okay? We’ve made progress, but we’re also trying to just live.

The living room is a big mess because 1) we have one more person living here than this house can easily hold. So we have more than the ideal amount of furniture. 2) my son now has a job (YAY!!!) for which he has to get up in the morning, while other child has yet again turned their schedule upside down and so is very noisy late at night. One night recently it was like we took turns begging child to be quiet, with the order of rounds determined by bedtime attempts.

They try to be considerate. But they are having a rough time right now, and yelling at zombies as they kill them and stuff like that is what helps the most. And, of course, schedule upside down. Also I do most heartily believe that years of not listening to me telling them to turn their music down has resulted in an amount of deafness. (this is me, rolling my eyes.)

So yeah, young adult son who is working days and going to school nights spends a lot of his free time in the living room, rarely picking up after himself and sometimes sleeping there. Hence, living room in chaos.

The kitchen we rearranged a little on moving back home, and I’m not sure it’s working. So there’s a lot of stuff in places it shouldn’t be, and also it’s really cramped the way we did things. But it’s going to take time, effort, and thought to put it to rights. Have I had a decent amount of any of those things lately? No. So every time I put a little effort into the kitchen just so we’re not living in ick on top of chaos, the ground is lost quickly.

My room has been a mess since we moved back in. I got rid of a bookcase and also switched out my desk with hutch for a desk without hutch. And bought a “walking pad” that I still haven’t managed to get under my desk. It’s holding laundry like a treadmill! So there’s books everywhere, and a walking pad in the middle of my free floor space.

The pretty green weeds are getting to waist-high in the yard. I don’t want to chop everything down–I want to wild my yard. I have lots of bees and birds and lizards, and I like it that way! So, time needed.

The plants I need to transplant keep getting forgotten (I’m gonna go water them in a second.)

And yet–things. There’s nowhere to put stuff while we figure it out; the carport and back porch and shed are still full of things that I’ve needed to deal with since, oh…October, some of it.

The back toilet is clogged. Again. It will now go down (all the way down!) in a couple hours rather than overnight, but it’s resisted all attempts so far to be reliably usable, and I just haven’t managed to call a plumber.

My windshield is cracked. I don’t know what happened. Suddenly there are cracks. I was going to get it fixed today (by setting it up yesterday) but then I had a dental issue so I called my dentist and left a message and didn’t make plans because I had faith he’d get me in today but the office didn’t call me back. (that’s not like them; he’s probably out of town or something.)

Now we’re at the weekend, and my dental issue is still here and so is my cracked windshield.

My refrigerator is not refrigerating very well. We had a service person come yesterday; he’s going to order a part and come back at some point probably we’re pretty sure. In the meantime I’m freezing jugs of water to put in the top of my refrigerator. Which takes an amount of that time and energy I’d like to put into my living room or my kitchen or my bedroom or the porch or the back bathroom or the shed or the…

And then we’ll have a nice round of anxiety and overthinking, as I decide what I should tackle first, and THEN we’ll do some ADHD flitting from thing to thing…as Charlie Brown used to say, AUUUUGHHH!!!!

Anyway. I hadn’t intended this to be one long rant, but that’s what it turned into, and I’m not changing it.

Tonight I got home and put the groceries away and attacked the kitchen. I kept going until my plantar fasciitis made me stop. So I’m writing while rolling my foot on a cold can, and in a bit I’ll see if I can put my shoes back on and go after the camping closet a bit. There’s stuff in there that doesn’t belong, and if I can get all the camping gear put away, that will make it easier to attack the rest of the living room.

I am So. Done. with this mess. I can’t even tell you. Done.