Top: Thrifted (6 Degrees) — Skirt: Anthropologie — Wedges: 6pm.com (Sam & Libby) — Earrings: Target — Bracelet: ABC Store — Ring: ???
What up, funks and funkettes! How’s this fine Thursday/Friday/Wednesday/whatever-ding-dang-time-traveling-day-it-is-for-you treating you today? Me, I’m feeling a little rough thanks to not enough sleep and too many chores. We need a dishwasher, y’all, for real. I just cannot keep up, and it’s a sad day in the life of a Mia when she decides not to bake any cookies because there are already too many dishes to do.
I have slowly been trying to unfuck my habitat, but it’s so, so easy for it to get re-fucked again, especially when (cough, cough) I want to take a night off and just eat tacos and watch Dylan Moran do stand-up comedy and not clean up afterwards. So, y’know, it’s slow going.
But I try not to give myself too hard a time about it (that’s what UFYH is for!). I maybe wept a little inwardly when I visited my mom and saw how gorgeously spotless things are there–but hey! She and my stepdad are both retired, whereas Mike and I both work full-time in addition to having outside interests that don’t involve scrubbing the bathtub with lemon verbena cleanser or mopping the kitchen floor. Things aren’t health-hazardously filthy, it’s just a messy house.
Well, a messy house with too many belongings (and too much furniture) in it. That’s another step that I’m going to try to tackle this weekend: removing some of the junk and crap and other crud that accumulates and never gets used. Where do all these things come from? Our house is like an inside-out katamari, I swear.
Some days it feels like I’m never going to get anywhere, but then some days I have the energy to take care of stuff and hey, look at that, in a couple of days I did the tub and the sink and the toilet! It’ll probably never be 100% tidy, or the kind of house you’d see on Apartment Therapy or whatever, but that’s not what I want–I just want a little bit better, a little bit at a time.