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cleaned the bathroom! one big thing on my list done. still gotta get my car fixed up and cleaned out, and basically spend the next two weeks cleaning the whole rest of the house, but i got the bathroom done in one fell swoop. and put away a bunch of stuff we never actually use, for simplicity's sake. yes.
listened to our Alt-J cassette while doing that, because somehow that album is just... made for listening to in our tiny bathroom. it was the first tape we ever bought and there are so many good memories of soaking in Lush baths while listening to it. the whining intro to "Dissolve Me" will never sound quite as good on any other medium as it sounds on tape tbh.
also, i'm not sure why, but cleaning the bathroom has always been a bit... iffy. i guess it's close enough to washing dishes sensory-wise that triggers can occur. i don't have any specific trauma related to cleaning bathrooms [i do have some incidents related to sweeping, and some related to taking showers? is that close enough?], but i still have to be careful. it's alright though. i just have to open the window so the fumes don't crowd me, and i have to be picky about what scents i use. [still to this day cannot stand pine-sol, i will feel sick as hell if i even smell it]
just cleaning with ghost boy over my shoulder, just hanging out as always, what a freeloader :P [with love i promise, u don't have ur own body so u don't need to pay rent]
i fell asleep at 10 last night and straight up slept. for like. 13 or 14 hours. i woke up for a bit around 3 am, but was able to get back to sleep, and woke up again every 3 ish hours and just kept sleeping until like 11 am. i felt like i needed it. u gotta sleep straight through the night and most of the morning some days.
it's been real good to finally get a few solid days off work. and we got everyone's tickets to nightBEAT i think now, so it's definitely happening. 18 days. a few less than that and the LC will be here. gosh that's only like just over two weeks?!? do you know how long we planned for Utah?? like eight months? and then these kids are just like hey i'm gonna fly to ur house in like three weeks. omg. [not that i'm complaining holy shit hell yeh]
murphy is complaining to be let outside. pff. outside on the balcony is his favorite place in the entire world. but you gotta supervise him, because he can AND WILL sneak out into the stairwell and terrify his father by casually climbing over above a three story drop. not that a three story drop would do probably anything at all to a ten pound cat, BUT STILL. no plz. also he would get out and promptly get terrified by the traffic and bolt somewhere probably. i'm always terrified he'll sneak out when a maintenance guy comes in, or one of us half-asleep opens the door too long, something lol. but it's alright. he's only really gotten out one time, and he just climbed to the balcony below ours and cried at me to be brought back home cuz he couldn't figure out how. my dumb baby. i love him. i just always worry too much about those i love. that's how it be.
listened to our Alt-J cassette while doing that, because somehow that album is just... made for listening to in our tiny bathroom. it was the first tape we ever bought and there are so many good memories of soaking in Lush baths while listening to it. the whining intro to "Dissolve Me" will never sound quite as good on any other medium as it sounds on tape tbh.
also, i'm not sure why, but cleaning the bathroom has always been a bit... iffy. i guess it's close enough to washing dishes sensory-wise that triggers can occur. i don't have any specific trauma related to cleaning bathrooms [i do have some incidents related to sweeping, and some related to taking showers? is that close enough?], but i still have to be careful. it's alright though. i just have to open the window so the fumes don't crowd me, and i have to be picky about what scents i use. [still to this day cannot stand pine-sol, i will feel sick as hell if i even smell it]
just cleaning with ghost boy over my shoulder, just hanging out as always, what a freeloader :P [with love i promise, u don't have ur own body so u don't need to pay rent]
i fell asleep at 10 last night and straight up slept. for like. 13 or 14 hours. i woke up for a bit around 3 am, but was able to get back to sleep, and woke up again every 3 ish hours and just kept sleeping until like 11 am. i felt like i needed it. u gotta sleep straight through the night and most of the morning some days.
it's been real good to finally get a few solid days off work. and we got everyone's tickets to nightBEAT i think now, so it's definitely happening. 18 days. a few less than that and the LC will be here. gosh that's only like just over two weeks?!? do you know how long we planned for Utah?? like eight months? and then these kids are just like hey i'm gonna fly to ur house in like three weeks. omg. [not that i'm complaining holy shit hell yeh]
murphy is complaining to be let outside. pff. outside on the balcony is his favorite place in the entire world. but you gotta supervise him, because he can AND WILL sneak out into the stairwell and terrify his father by casually climbing over above a three story drop. not that a three story drop would do probably anything at all to a ten pound cat, BUT STILL. no plz. also he would get out and promptly get terrified by the traffic and bolt somewhere probably. i'm always terrified he'll sneak out when a maintenance guy comes in, or one of us half-asleep opens the door too long, something lol. but it's alright. he's only really gotten out one time, and he just climbed to the balcony below ours and cried at me to be brought back home cuz he couldn't figure out how. my dumb baby. i love him. i just always worry too much about those i love. that's how it be.
