If I hadn’t have asked (repeatedly) my poor therapist if he was sure I wasn’t bipolar, I’d swear that I am. Yesterday, I was feeling sick and sad, today, I did dishes, laundry, cleaned, organized, vacuumed, and even scrubbed the nasty dining room wall. Of course, I’m exhausted from the effort, mostly because I’m still dehydrated from yesterday, but still.
I give the living room until Thursday. The dining room won’t last the night. Laundry is a constant. Still, it feels good, even if it fuels my paranoia about mental issues. Well, looks like my 15 minutes are up (carpet freshener in the hall), so back to work.
