Wasted day

I feel like I should have taken some uppers. I woke up too early. Then I fucked around on the computer. Next thing I knew, it was raining. Hard.

After a while Rudy was getting too antsy. But he likes the rain, so I put on my slicker and galoshes and took him to the dog park, where the park ranger (?) told me we had to leave because of lightning- which I saw none.

So we went to the beach and walked. Not really anyone was there, except for some guys in cars doing a drug deal or something, and hard core exercisers biking or running. At the end of our walk we tried to go on the beach. I thought there would' be no lifeguard, but there was, and he told us to get off the beach. When we got back in the car, Rudy seemed rambunctious still, so I took him downtown for a walk. Finally he got tired when we got home, but so did I. So I watched the season finale of Awkward. And the after show, and then some more TV . Besides putting laundry in the wash, no chores. Nada.

Here's the laundry monster I should have tackled today. All clean, but not folded or put away.

Neverending Laundry Pile

So, I'm a grown up.

Ok, I play one or try to simulate one as best as I know how.  Which is just a lot of speculation and googling stuff.  Sometimes I ask people for advice too if the question is not too silly.

Anyway, I have this one juvenile habit, or lack of habit that I have - I hate folding laundry and putting it away.  I hate that task way worse than I hate putting away the clean dishes.  I don't know why I hate these tasks.

Well, another reason I hate putting away the laundry is because the closet organization is a mess.  The shelves that the previous owners left are all kind of fucked up.  We just tried to half assed reattach the shelves so they wouldn't fall.  What we really need to do is spend like probably $150 and buy some proper shelves.  Or just get more milk crates...

Anyway, I find my clean clothes that I am going to wear mostly from the laundry basket.

Not that I really have many clothes that I actually wear on a regular basis, but, I pretty much just a small  fraction of my clothing that I pretty much wear on rotation.  Of course, a huge portion of the time, I'm wearing work clothes.  Then there are the sleeping, lounging clothes - a couple choices of shorts and soft tshirts.  Then there are the whatever clothes for multipurpose - going for a walk, going to the store, running errands.  Then, there are few newerish items that I might wear if I have to say, go to a doctor or vet, or maybe we go out to eat or for a drink.

So, here's the vicious cycle.  I wash colors.  The only whites I really use are my socks and maybe one or two ponty (panty in Philippine accent) or bra.  These often end up in the colors wash, and they are fine.  So, I just wash colors.  Unless the only dirty laundry left is whites.  So, there is a dirty laundry basket in the back bathroom.  I just pick through and load the washing machine from there, or I find dirty clothes on the floor, usually, it's clothes that belong to the... man of the house.

So, after I wash and dry, then I put the clothes in the clean laundry basket.  If that is overly full, then I put the clothes in the back bathroom sink.  We don't really use that sink, so it's fine.

But, what do we do if we go #1 or #2 in that bathroom?  We warsh our hands in the kitchen.  The thing is, we painstakingly replaced the pvc for that sink and it leaked so many times.  We finally used this sealing putty that seems to work, but why take chances.  If we don't use the sink, it should last for if any visitors ever come.

So, then, when I take a shower, I look for clean clothes to put on from either the clean laundry basket or the clean laundry sink.  And then when they are dirty, I throw them in the dirty laundry basket and perpetuate the cycle.

Seriously, I don't recall the last time I did all the laundry and then folded and put it all away.

It's like I'm a college kid enjoying not having anyone telling me to put away my laundry.

So sad, really.

I've become unable...

to relax.  I came home early, yay!  And then I had to go back to Fort Lauderdale with the FP.  He had to go to work to pick up keys, because he's going to start opening.  So, we had a beer and some food at his work.  It was ok.  Anyway, that was ok.

But then, we got home.  Rudy was rambunctious.  I think he didn't play hard enough yesterday, so he had pent up energy today.  Or maybe like a neglected feeling kid, he was acting up to get attention.  Like, I would go out in the back, and he would bang on the door to go out.  Then he would bang on the door to go in.  Then I would go in and go out.  He would want out.  Then in, and so on.

Then I went inside to get on the computer.  The Fuzz kept stepping on my computer and meowing at me.  So, I pet her.  Her back smelled.  I smelled it again.  Then I looked at her ass.  It was so stringy and caked with poo.  I got the scissors and started cutting.  But it was bad.  So, I brought her to the FP to hold her while I cut.  But it was too much.  So, we had to wash her.  But of course, we had to empty out the kitchen sink and clean the counter top.  Then we had to find shampoo.  We found Rudy's oatmeal shampoo.  The FP tested the water.  It was good.  So we grabbed her and put her in.

Of course, when the FP turned the water back on, it was too cold.  And she struggled and tried to claw herself out of the sink.  So we did what we could.  Rudy was way too interested in what we were doing, though.  When we took her out and set her on the couch to dry, Rudy tried to get at her.  So, I had to put him in the crate.  We dried her a little and started cutting her huge matted furball off her stomach.  It was so big and think.  We got some of it.  And then the FP thought about getting out the razor.  I doubted she would lie still for that, but amazingly she did.  Because she had given up.  So we  did what we could, until she jumped up.  She was done.

So, we let Rudy out, and he tried to harass her again.  So, I put him back in the crate.  Then I took him out.

Trying to eat a nice dinner on the coffee table was a nightmare.  Rudy kept trying to squeeze around and get at the plate and lick the table and look for scraps on the floor.  It was so unsatisfying.  Then after dinner he tried to jump up at the Fuzz again.

When I fed him dinner, he wasn't very obedient.  He was jumpy and chompy and jumped the gun a few times.  It was like he had been running amuck for a week.  Oh, well, he has been at doggie daycare so much lately....

Anyway, I'm tired.  I took one and a half sleeping pills, so I hope it keeps me asleep until time to get up tomorrow!!!

Good night peeps!  Have a wild and crazy Saturday night!