Unaccomplished

I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything today. I know I have, but it doesn’t feel like it, and it certainly doesn’t look like it. As planned, I cleared the living room and vacuumed the rug. Then, I repeated the process with the dining room, and I put everything in the living room and cleaned the dining room floor. Well, most of it, because there’s just too much in there right now.

I think much of why I’m feeling unaccomplished has to do with how nothing has left the common area. In fact, more stuff has moved into it. I’ve pulled some stuff out of The Pink Room, and I’ve got almost two ginormous trash bags filled with trash. Not everything is going into the garbage. There’s a box full of random baking pans and serving dishes that will go out tomorrow morning. I have a lot of random shit i the basement I want to bring up and put outside.

For the moment, I’m sitting. If I keep bagging and boxing things, I’m just adding to the piles of shit that’s surrounding me. And unfortunately, the more things pile up, the less I feel in control of things. I could clear off the bed in the other room, since there’s some bedding on there to get rid of. However, the little chairs are in the doorway, because they’d be in my way if I put them anywhere else.

This is exactly how I imagine an episode of Hoarders. I want to get rid of things, but I can’t. They’re bringing the truck, and I’m holding onto a moldy box of dirty rubber ducks, arguing about how I only want to keep a couple, I just haven’t gone through them yet, please don’t put them in the dumpster.

Things will be better tomorrow.