Did it ever seem to you that life is getting away from you because you do too much ...?
I had a few days off at the end of January and came home refreshed and raring to go. No sooner had I returned when I was feeling pretty burned out. I'm still feeling pretty burned out and I'm not getting nearly enough written. While I was gone, I wrote up a storm. Since I got home ... not so much.
And now our garbage men have decided to change the time they pick up our trash. They used to come at 3 pm. Suddenly, they come before 7. We didn't figure that out for TWO WEEKS. That's a lot of trash piling up.
My energy efficient washing machine doesn't clean our clothes very well. And although I use liquid detergent that's made for dark clothes, my dark clothes come out with white spots that look like undissolved powdered detergent. I have to wash them over again and hope that the next time it's something else that comes out with the white spots. I'm ready to trash this machine and buy a non-energy efficient machine just so I don't have to keep washing my clothes over and over again so I can actually wear them.
What are we supposed to do with finicky cats? Since we lost our Bonnie back in November, we still put the same amount of wet cat food down for each kitty meal. Why? Because they won't eat something that sat in the fridge. Most days they won't eat the fresh stuff, either. All three show up, but at least two of them sniff the food and walk away. It's insulting when you've gone to all that trouble to open the can, scrape out all the gravy (because that's all they really want anyway), put it in clean bowls, set it on the floor and then fill the water dishes (which they won't drink out of--they prefer the dripping bathroom sink).
The list goes on and on.
What's getting in the way of you enjoying life?