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Trapped in the attic
Oct. 6th, 2005 09:54 pmWhy does being a grownup have to be such hard work? It seems like there is no shortage of things to do but a definite shortage of time to do it... and I always feel like I'm forgetting something or putting something off or whatever. It's a neverending cycle of never enough time.
I was going to try to rent a dumpster on Sunday to clear out my dad's attic, but the weather hasn't really cooled off enough for me to think the attic is a great place to be. Then again, we'll be at Natalie's wedding (in RI) late on Saturday night and it's probably easier to just sleep over, and then we'll be around on Sunday. I suppose I could try to call about dumpsters tomorrow and see if it's even possible.
I just don't want to have anything to do with that freaking house. I know that my wants don't really matter, that it has to get done and all of that, but I just plain don't want to do it. I have so little free time and the last thing I want to do is use some of my little bits of time with Jennifer cleaning out my dad's house. Just thinking about it gets me so overwhelmed and anxious. I really do perform much better in my daily life when I don't have any thoughts about that damned house. Case in point, last night I walked by a stack of my dad's comic books in the guest bedroom, which reminded me that they were supposed to be listed on eBay several weeks ago, which caused all sorts of crazy arguments.
I actually feel sick to my stomach now just typing this, when I felt perfectly fine a couple of minutes ago. I don't even know what to do about it all.
Someday I won't have to think about it. I don't know when that day will be, but it will be kind of amazing to just think about work and my family and life and my relationship for a while.
I was going to try to rent a dumpster on Sunday to clear out my dad's attic, but the weather hasn't really cooled off enough for me to think the attic is a great place to be. Then again, we'll be at Natalie's wedding (in RI) late on Saturday night and it's probably easier to just sleep over, and then we'll be around on Sunday. I suppose I could try to call about dumpsters tomorrow and see if it's even possible.
I just don't want to have anything to do with that freaking house. I know that my wants don't really matter, that it has to get done and all of that, but I just plain don't want to do it. I have so little free time and the last thing I want to do is use some of my little bits of time with Jennifer cleaning out my dad's house. Just thinking about it gets me so overwhelmed and anxious. I really do perform much better in my daily life when I don't have any thoughts about that damned house. Case in point, last night I walked by a stack of my dad's comic books in the guest bedroom, which reminded me that they were supposed to be listed on eBay several weeks ago, which caused all sorts of crazy arguments.
I actually feel sick to my stomach now just typing this, when I felt perfectly fine a couple of minutes ago. I don't even know what to do about it all.
Someday I won't have to think about it. I don't know when that day will be, but it will be kind of amazing to just think about work and my family and life and my relationship for a while.
