Monday To-Do List

It is almost 1:00 PM. Almost.

I haven’t done anything on my to-do list. I don’t even know quite where to start, honestly. That’s why, instead of starting, I’m writing out a list of the things I need to do.

Particularly the ones I want to do before my other half gets home from work. I want him to walk through the front door and see evidence of change, evidence of trying. I don’t want him to come home and think that all I’ve done is sit on the couch watching Game of Thrones reruns – like I have for basically the past three days.

Depression can be a very persuasive force. Just as persuasive as anxiety.

Anyway! Here is my list of things I want to accomplish today.

• Make the bed with the new comforter set we bought yesterday.
• Fold the laundry that’s still in the dryer and do a load of towels/bedding.
• Prune back the vine growing on the front porch and the trees over the driveway.
• Work on cleaning the guest bathroom – sweep, do the tub, unpack things.
• Call the trash service company and start an account with them.
• Attempt another short bike ride, because exercise is good.
• Decide which pictures should go in which rooms/areas.

Looking at the list, it doesn’t seem as daunting as it feels.

That’s one of the interesting things about depression . . . it convinces you that folding laundry takes as much effort as climbing Mt. Everest and makes about as much sense.

Still, getting it done will make me feel . . . useful, at least, if not happy.

I guess that’s something. Right?

Motivational Monday Marsupial

I grew up mostly shopping at Wal-Mart, but every so often my dad – never my mom – would take my sister and I into K-Mart. I distinctly remember Saturday afternoons spent eating greasy cheese pizza and drinking cokes while shopping K-Mart’s limited food selection and miscellaneous other goods. Like a lot of things from my childhood, K-Mart is now coming to an end. The one in my town will be closed within a couple of months and this means that they are having massive sales.

With this in mind, my SO and I went to K-Mart last weekend with one intention.

We needed to pick out and purchase a new comforter for our bed.

This was long overdue, because we’ve lived together for three years and never done this one thing. We were successful in finding one – thought it took a bit of compromising.

I did; however, find something far more important. You see, K-Mart still has 50-cent machines that sell stickers. On a whim, I shuffled stuff around in my back-pack until I found two quarters, which I then fed to the machine, whilst giggling like a five year old.

In exchange for a mere fifty cents, I got . . . this.

It now lives on my desk, at work.

I’ve named him Alfred.