The thing that sucks about traveling for work is that when I get home I am usually exhausted. All I want to do is sit on the couch and relax. And there is nothing wrong with that except that I have no real ambition to unpack. So here I am on Wednesday evening looking at a large pile of clothes on the floor.
Button down shirts – I should at the very least get the cuff links out of them.
A few ties
Boxers – 78% of all I own are in this pile.
Work out clothes
All sitting in this pile. I look at it. It looks at me. One of us will have to budge eventually and I’m pretty sure it is not going to be me. I already caved in and washed my dishes. I don’t think I can take two domestic tasks in the same evening.
I haven’t made my bed in a few days either. Oh, and in an executive move, I decided to throw away some of my older sheets and pillows. It was just their time. Let me tell you, those linens had a rough life…..they also could have held the cure for some sort of disease.
My bathroom sink has now been clogged for a few weeks. I suppose it is time to hit it with some Drain-O. Or I can keep playing the “Hey, at least I’m conserving water” game.
And my fridge is still broken. Yeah. Wonderful. At this point I have gotten used to it and am hoping my utility bill goes down. You know, because I’m such an optimist.