It happened again.
I don’t know if it’s some kind of growing OCD tumesence or what, but it is getting annoying. And painful.
We reorganized the living room/dining room. Folded all the laundry. Swept. Tidied the games.
You know, good old fashioned family bonding activities.
I think the issue is we have to much stuff.
Or, more appropriately, we don’t have enough space for our stuff.
Invariably, I sit and sulk because I don’t like the way in which the room I happen to be sitting in is laid out.
Eventually, rather than pick one square meter to work on, I dive head first into a massive block-sized reorg that takes up most of the day or night or weekend, and leaves me with a sore back.
A really sore back.
I guess its good that the result is a room i can sit in and enjoy.
I can sit in my recliner, gaze out the window and imagine a time when I may not have to stress about clutter and mess and disorganization.
Of course now I can’t get out my chair because:
A) my back still hurts
B) there’s another basket of unfolded laundry caught under the foot rest.
What a cluster fuck.