Flies
Clutter
The fly death count is fast approaching 30. Curse this house and all the holes it has!!!
A couple of days ago, I looked around the house and suddenly felt suffocated. Let me make this clear. I don't like stuff. I don't like accumulating stuff, I don't like looking at stuff, and I most certainly don't like cleaning stuff. I've always aspired to be as minimalist as possible while living with a stuff accumulating husband. While I don't consider books "stuff," I consider them as such when they are laying all over the floor with no home. I like the idea of, if need be, I can just pack up an go. This lifestyle suits us as a couple since where we are is never a certainty. The last thing I want is to haul four moving vans with me whenever we move. That, and I really hate the idea of being a slave to my stuff. Therefore, my quest to keep life simple and stuff free is an ongoing journey. One look at my closet and Boomer and I were ready to roll our sleeves up and get dirty.
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| Omg. Call in the marines, we might find a few tsunami victims here. |
Many garbage bags later, my closet, under the bed, the bathroom and under the couch were sufficiently organized and clean. Not clean enough to eat an egg of the floor (unless you want a few stray dust mites), but clean enough. Next stop- the kitchen.
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| Clean! |
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| I even found my turtle slippers among the wreckage. The served as warmth and entertainment. Boomer likes to utilize them as head warmers. |
Today was also mega laundry day- the day of laundry reckoning where I am forced to face my procrastinating ways. Boomer always supervises this process, just to make sure I'm doing it right.
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| Boomer micromanages from the stair above the dryer. Apparently, something I have done is not up to par. Note the condescending look. |
He also helps fold, though we greatly disagree on the proper folding technique.
The Paleo Diet is going well so far. I'm having ridiculous cravings for squishy food. The closest thing I can get is the humble egg. With Josh trying to cut carbs, we are going through eggs like I go through a bag of chocolate chips (which sounds amazing right about now). While I struggle with carb withdrawals, my husband is suffering from monster withdrawals. I'm so proud of him for quitting and I really hope this is the quit. He's exhausted yes, and crabby in the morning, but that's just because the beast isn't getting its morning sacrifices. His blood stream will have to deal with coffee for now.
I had some coffee tonight and am experiencing some chest pains. I've had weird heart flutters this past month, especially when I jog. Sometimes I wonder if there isn't something haywire with my mitral valve pump. Who knows?
1200 calories, 75 g of protein, 59 g of carbs. I wish I could eat more- nothing sounds good or has a pleasant texture. Eating paleo on a budget can suck. Really suck.
And so I leave you with this-
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