Guh.

I've been meaning to get a passport.

I am watching football. This is not my sport. But I'm trying.

The discussion of where the clean clothes go is also pretty fraught around my house.

Hmm, I may look less capable than I thought, even from the outside.

Cleared our street, checked on the folk who responded that my post on the neighborhood site, started on one, went home to pee, came back to discover someone finishing the job. Checked another, done. We have the fucking clearest street in the hood. Down to asphalt! Thank gawd. Got drunk in the street on white wine talking to neighbors until it got too cold. Made a new friend. Everyone loved the cookies.

I love my hood.

Now I'm going to shower and eat something for the first time today.

sj, I have your email and address but not your phone! Stalking fail.

It's how we look to the outside world that counts, right? The world at large doesn't know where our clothes land when they aren't on us.

It helps me to remember I'm not the only one with these sorts of problems (or these exact problems, even) - that all the rest of the women in the world aren't meeting the impossible standard I hold up for myself either (my sister).

There's a 2-bedroom cottage for sale in Shropshire for 200K pounds. Looks pretty standard on the outside, but...

Oh, and holy mother, that's some cottage.

Looks pretty standard on the outside, but...

Wow.

I think I may, when I inevitably overhaul my clothing storage system, set aside a drawer for worn-but-not-laundry clothes, so they aren't back in with the truly clean but aren't just out being cat beds either. That might work for me. I am finding hanging things on hooks to be problematic lately.

I have just not been able to stay awake for very long at a time today. It's not good. I don't know how I'm going to assemble clean clothes and lunches to get through the week.

It helps me to remember I'm not the only one with these sorts of problems

Oh, man. I have been super hard on myself this weekend for no good reason. I don't even know what impossible standard I'm failing at! Maybe the moon is in foo.

Zenkitty, insent to your profile address.

The whole laundry situation is just too depressing at the moment. ltc inevitable spits up on herself and/or on me twice a day, generating a ridiculous amount of laundry. Which almost never makes it back into drawers and closets before it is worn again. I reorganized her dresser last weekend, but I still have to do her closet and then all of my clothes. And then every couple of months or so she grows out of everything. So all the old stuff needs to go somewhere and all the next size (much of it inherited from my niece) needs to be washed to replace it. Whatever my cousin washed niece's clothes with smells terrible, and I'm allergic to it. So, everything inevitable needs to be washed and dried 3 times before I can let ltc wear it.

I was tired of putting clothes on top of the waist high bookcases in my bedroom because they didn't really fit in the dressers (and I'm not quite ready to get rid of a bunch of stuff, though I should). So I got some under-bed storage bins.

Now I have clothes on the bookcase and empty bins by the closet.

Eh, no blood, no foul.