Stop looking at me, Swan

LISTENING TO: CORINNE BAILEY RAE


I am claustrophobic. Not like I regularly have trouble breathing in small spaces, but as in my current environment is closing in around me. I can see the dust on things. I feel the clutter piling up and see the residue on the counters. It feels like everything is closing in around me and I am about to explode!

I always do this every so often. It isn't anything a good clean won't fix; however, I am spoiled and would like a cleaning lady to do a deep scrub of the apt. I am great at cleaning my own place, but now I live with a boy and he is like the dusty kid on Charlie Brown. Crap lands everywhere he stands. It's actually quite unbelievable. And I cannot keep the place clean with him in it. It's driving me claustrophobic!!

And I am way the hell too broke to pay a cleaning lady. Is there a holiday coming up I can ask that as my present? Otherwise, I will be spending my evening and part of my day tomorrow with a feather duster, a vacuum and some Comet. Good thing my nails are already chipping from my last attempt at an at-home manicure last week.

Until I break down and just do it myself (yet again), I am GOING CRAZY over here in the mess. I see it everywhere and it's distracting me. No, I can't finish that email or make that call because the dirt is mocking me. The dog is even gross. GROSS!

Stop looking at me! Ugh, I've lost it.