Revisited: Things I have to do on Vacation

In revisiting my list, I’m running into a small snag. One of the items is the key problem:

  • Work on a logo for Bil and Jerame
  • Go for a Crown Hill walk with Lori
  • Mail my sister’s birthday present
  • Take clothes to a donation point
  • Take garage sale stuff to my mom’s house
  • Help my mom clean out her attic
  • Get brakes worked on on Truck
  • Clean the house for book club! (my house is trashed right now)
  • Relocate the Rose of Sharon bush to the corner of my yard
  • Catalog my books
  • Write an IndyScribe photo article
  • Write an IndyScribe review of Pirateer and Dread Pirate games
  • Make my photo galleries web standards compliant
  • Read my library books before they’re due
  • Take my dog for some long walks
  • Make sure my neighbor’s contractor doesn’t trash my yard anymore

That cleaning the house item will take all 5 of my vacation days to do, unfortunately. And I have to get it done, because my house is freaking me the hell out. My stress level is through the roof because of all the garage sale stuff sitting around in my way, and I can’t clean anything, etc.

Normally the only time I lose things in the house is when I’m carrying something I use every day around, and I get distracted by a phone call, person talking to me, etc. and I set the thing down where it doesn’t belong to do something else. But for things that are normally put away, I don’t lose track of them. This morning, however, I’ve run all over the house looking for the bug bite itch cream that I bought a couple of weeks ago due to the massive mosquito problem we have in the neighborhood. And I can’t find it anywhere.

This Post Has 2 Comments

  1. Rachel

    OMG, we so don’t care what your house looks like! Please don’t stress over book group! I’m sure we aren’t planning on giving the white-glove test…

  2. Steph Mineart

    Oh, I’m not stressing about book group, really, I’m just stressing in general about the clutter.

    And “clutter” seems like such an innocuous word to describe it, honestly. I can’t walk in a straight line from one end of a room to another without tripping over a pile of crap. I have to climb through the house, essentially. It’s REALLY BAD, like one of those houses they go through on television news, and you wonder what the hell people were doing there.

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