This is the latest I have slept in months. It's almost 8am already. I am flabbergasted. Boondoggled even! I went to bed around 11, so almost 9 hours of sleep! Dear me. Why did I sleep so late? Because I exhausted myself last night. I spent 4 hours detailing this house. Not cleaning, detailing. So here's the gist of it; things around the house have been slowly driving me nuts. If you walked in our house you as an outsider wouldn't think it was messy. But I see all the things you don't. The little dirt on the baseboards. The shelves that have a layer of dust on them. All that. It's been piling up in my head and I have been wanting to clean. Earlier in the week I asked B if they would leave the house today for a while, take the dog, and get out so I could clean. Yesterday around 3, they said, hey, I am having trouble finding some place to go tomorrow, how about I get out of your hair tonight and let you clean. Okie dokie. That works even better. I finished up my work related stuff around 4 and went at it. I took one break for dinner and a quick ride to the vape shape. Otherwise, from about 4 until 9, I cleaned. So satisfying. Floors, walls, baseboards. I even physically moved our bed out of the way to do the floors under there. I finally feel our house is clean. It felt good to wake up this morning and know I didn't have to do anything. Sheets are done. Laundry is done. Dishes are done. Praise be unto all of you! Hallelujah. So that's why I slept in so late. I earned it.
During the day I also worked hard. Went to therapy and came right back and dove into a work thing. I finished building a new class and got it all squared away. Very please with myself on that front too. A satisfying day to be sure.
So now what? Nothing. That's what. A whole lot of fucking nothing. Go me.
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