... in my head. Honest to goodness, I do not know what is going on. I have become one of those bores. I am sick of constantly being busy. I feel like the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, "I'm late, I'm late for a very important date!".
What am I doing all the time? I have no idea. Things are getting done, but I decided as I came back from the supermarket at 9.30pm that enough is enough. I am starting to say no to things, starting tomorrow morning.
I actually sat at work today, whilst two people argued over who was going to give me their work. I already have my own work. It is the weirdest place to be, completely surreal. People arguing about you, whilst you sit there. Fish mouth working, no sound coming out. Very odd and really uncomfortable. I must have looked like a fool.
No. No. And No. What do you think? Do you think I can do it?
I have already cried off of 2 dates over the next bank holiday. I have things to do at home. The building works start the week after, my lovely friends completely understand that I will be busy. I said yes and then thought, heck really I should have said "No. Sorry I cant." Maybe when all of the works start on the house I will want to be out all the time. The dust is bound to make me crazy again.
Late on Monday afternoon we zoomed off on a whim and bought a new Miele vacuum cleaner. My old samsung is kaput. And although I love my Dyson stick its charge is only 20 mins. And when I get in a temper or in a mood I need to clean the hell out of the house. Nothing is better than a really deep theraputic cleaning frenzy.
I am boring myself now. I refuse to become one of those people who is constantly saying how busy they are. I want a day where I sit and just read. I miss that. I love to read and comment on peoples blogs. I am fed up of feeling rushed. Completely out of control at the moment. I have vacuumed the hell out of the hideous carpet in the hall, and you know what? The vacuum is so powerful that it pulled the thread/pile out. Now that is suction! I struggled to push it over the surface. It has different power settings and 4 different vacuuming heads, you know the ones that look like a hammer head shark. My upright Dyson has had it. Move over Dyson made in a far, far away land. Your plastic has cracked and you no longer pick up. My lovely German made Miele is now my new marvel.
None of this makes sense but I am sure someone else out there feels exactly the same as me. I say, get out there and vacuum. If I had a carpet beater and a big washing line I would thrash the hell out of the rugs. And then I might just feel in control again.
And on that note, I bid you all Good Night.
P.S. dont you think the below vacuum cleaner looks like a droid? R2D2's cousin?
|Picture from here|