Cinderelley, Cinderelley

Tuesdays are always particularly hard, even if I make huge efforts to be positive. Something about it always gets me. Often times I'm cranky, it's too hot in my classroom and my feet hurt. By 1:30, I have a headache from being dehydrated. I try really hard though. Since I know Tuesdays are my Monday, I work super hard at sleeping, bringing lunch...? But no. Tuesdays kick my ass.

Normally I come home and sleep for two hours after I finish teaching my piano student. Today, I deemed my apartment finally "unliveable". This amount of grossness and disorganization finally just was too much. I have spent three hours cleaning out papers, putting things back in boxes, vacuuming...but I barely have one room done. My living room is tolerable but drowning in papers I need to process. I have a pile of clothing in the hall that needs to be HUNG. As for my kitchen and my room, I have no words. The kitchen is truly hellish -- three weeks of dishes that have just been LEFT there. It's become really hard to eat because I have to mine through the gross dishes. On top of that, my foster cat's old litter box is still there waiting to be processed in my Things to Do list. I have a feeling that as much as I want to wash it, it'll probably going into the trash. Sadness.

And the weird part? Oh man, this cleaning is ... purifying. Gross, right?