Even though I cleaned last
nite, I felt there was so much to do when I got up this morning. I was
piffed at Joe pretty good so I didn't get up to make him coffee or breakfast. I laid in bed until he left then scrambled to unload the dishwasher (my Aunt
hand washes) and
hand washed any dishes I deemed unfit (water spots etc.) Then I stripped the bed and started laundry containing her bedding and the towels on the racks. I had washed mats and doilies etc. the
nite before so that made it easier. I had also polished the wood in the house (coffee tables and tables) but in the morning light saw smudges that had to be buffed out, I say HAD to be. I don't know why I am freaking out, I suppose because one of the last memories I have of my Aunt is when I spilled red
kool-aid on her white carpet after she told me no drinks in the living room. I was a brat then, still a brat at 32 *sigh*
The towels are not finished, I made it to Wednesday which I f*
cked up the writing of Wednesday with the puffy paint. The lettering is not clear in the
e's or
a's and I swear puffy paint was made by the devil himself. And to top it off, I will say as an
AA'er (Oh jeez) "Let Go and Let God."
