Ugh, this week has been really tough to motivate. Day 7 I barely made my morning straighten up chores. I folded the previous day’s laundry and worked on upholstering my ottoman. It’s one of those small footstool storage ones like you find at target. I’ve had this red one since …. forever. At least since college so 10 years? It resided in storage for four years with a bottle of leaky bleach on top of it for at least a year. The top was all molted in color, the rest of it faded, and generally bright red doesn’t match anything in my yellow room. I just so happen to have this “sailor” coastal fabric that’s survived three purges. Originally I bought it to be a makeshift headboard back when I had no money or space for a real headboard. Somehow it always survived the decluttering, usually with me saying “I must use it in x months” and then not doing so. Well I finally used it! The ottoman started to look a lot better but I didn’t finish it.
I ran so far behind and did so little on day 7 that I never finished reupholstering the lid of my ottoman. Instead I whipped up a Philly cheese steak meatloaf. I eliminated a step in the cooking process that saved me doing a few dishes and it still turned out excellent.
Day 8 was a complete and total failure. My biggest accomplishment for the day was getting dressed at 4pm and emptying the dish drain.M’s friends came over to a board game I don’t like and one of them brought dinner for us. As soon as I finished eating I escaped back to doing nothing. Truly a waste of oxygen kind of day.
It seems my guilty conscious is working on me after yesterday’s laziness. I managed to turn off the computer for two hours, during which time I finished my ottoman lid and whipped up a pillow case with the left over fabric. Cleaned everything up did a cursory straightening of my room. Wiped down the bathroom. Cooked fajitas.