Domestic Therapy

[judecorp]

There's something therapeutic about laundry. I don't know what it is, if it's something as simple as clean, crisp items coming out of a warm dryer or what. All I know is that there are three deliciously clean loads of laundry neatly folded on our kitchen table and it gives me some sort of peace. (Of course, I would have more peace if it moved itself into drawers and closets, but hey, small steps.)

I also started the mammoth task of burning picture/data/music files onto CD from Turd Ferguson (my old computer) so I can bring them over to the new one. I've also started stripping the computer of random files and programs in the event that we give away/donate the machine somewhere. When I can get the beast off of my desk, life will be even better. Clutter, how you mock me so!

Soon I will be able to listen to 40 kabillion Fifteen mp3s. Good times!

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[luloubelle.livejournal.com]

Today I piled all of my clean laundry onto my bed, and Allyson folded while I put everything away. We're talking weeks worth of laundry - clean mixed with dirty. It felt so good to see my bedroom floor, again. The first sign of depression for me is clutter, and I always feel overwhelmed by clutter. It feels so good when the clutter is gone - what a sense of accomplishment! But it's really a constant battle in my life. I do enjoy the smell of clean laundry... it makes me horny. ;)

I can't say I understand everything that you're going through, but I can definitely relate. I struggle with Mom packing up Dad's stuff because it's too painful for her to look at, but then she won't let me touch or remove anything unless she approves it or I sneak it out of the house. We just recently finished cleaning out my grandparents' house, and she often reminds me how I'll be doing that some day after she's gone. I hate it.

The biggest fight we're having is over Dad's truck. She doesn't want it at the house, but won't let me bring it here. The entire situation sucks, and there's no relief in sight.

You know I think about you and Jen all the time, and what you're dealing with. I know how you spend your weekends, and you know I would be there in a second to help. I understand the constant pain, and how there's never really any relief because you've always got that pain looming in the background. It's isolating, even when you're in a relationship.

You'll get through it because you have to. In the meantime, I wish you peace.

*bear hugs*

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

See, clutter always bothers me - upset or not. Actually, it probably bothers me /more/ when I'm stressed out or things seem out of control, because I can always control my living environment. I'm one of those people that always had the cleanest dorm room in college over finals week or when I had a lot of papers due.

I know that you would be here to help just like I'd love to help you out with all of the crap you've been doing down there. It seems like your situation doesn't have any set end in sight, which has got to be awful if you're even remotely as control-freaky as me. :(

xoxoxo
Jude

[whirledpeas.livejournal.com]

Wait I guess I'm lost.
When did you get a new pooter?
Or are you using Jen's?

Oh. Turd.

missing you

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I got a new computer (a laptop) a couple of weeks ago. I've been talking about it almost non-stop (well, until we got the kitten anyway). It's an iBook and it's so nice! :)

How did you miss it?

[fukumen.livejournal.com]

Kabillion isn't a word. :P

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

No, but "bitch" is. ;)