There's something about the school holidays that just makes me want to lie in until my back aches. At least I wasn't waylaid by Steamworld Heist, today. Just a solid dollop of The Lazies.
I want to take care of a drift of boxed debris as part of tidying up for Yuletide, but Beloved insists that all boxes going into the big shed must be sealed and labled. I'm thinking of making Beloved to it with my help. It's a cool enough day today. It might get done.
OR I might be throwing a festive cover over the lot and hoping nobody cares.
One way or another, we'll be ready. I'm going to do more towards clearing the kitchen and the spare room. At least, I hope I'm going to do more. Heh.
Who am I kidding? I will be levelling up my crew in Steamworld Heist so that Chaos can play Undertale on this computer. The instant I'm done with my Instant, and the obligatory upgrades my system needs.
If it wasn't more effort to get people to help with the tidying than it was to tidy alone... this house would be spotless by now.
But then - I have lots of things I'd rather be doing than cleaning, so... pot, kettle, black, I guess.
One day, I will get sick of it all and just... minimise everything that's clogging up the place. And on that day, Satan will drive to work in a snowplough.
It sucks knowing what needs to be done and lacking the willpower and motivation to do it. Looking at the mess drains the spoons I need to take care of it. If I had company... If I had help... If the people who lived here didn't just... leave things.
Eh. You didn't come here to read my whining. I just need hugs. I'll be fine.