It’s all about cycles right? Sometimes you are up – sailing smooth, dishes done, kid is looking well kept, making the lunches, getting the business done during the day and working out and sleeping well in the evening… sometimes you are up.

But more often than not you are down. Barely scraping by, the dishes are in the dishwasher but the laundry has been nestled into a wrinkled pile for about 72 hours now. The kid has nails looks like he listed a troll manicurist – hell my nails look I visited the same place (gel creeping up a good quarter inch and counting). I’ve managed to not break a sweat this week or do any exercise of any kind other than hefting myself out of bed. The general feeling is vile. I feel my gym membership fester and call me – but damnit it’s dark outside and the Great British Baking Show is a nail biter. I mean it’s pastry week people… (no I am not watching current episodes, but that’s not the point).

I chalk it up to being in a place past due. Like holding onto that book you know you will never finish, but insist on dragging around with you everywhere like some kind of horcrux. Maybe it harbors the dark lord of literary ambitions and commitment to finish stuff and destroyed you will never accomplish anything again – ever.

Anyhoo, mainly this is just a rant (plug mindjunking). The things bothering me the most right now – not necessarily in any kind of order:

1. Mysterious cat pee behavior. My friend recently told me that her sister put their cat down due to unreasonable pee habits. I feel like that’s a little excessive… yet the cat is refusing to pee in the litter box ever since I switched his litter. He’s like the Oscar Wilde of cats, finicky for being rescued from the streets. I’m feeling quite out of sorts as a first time cat owner. Do I release him? Do I train him? Is this a passing phase? Do I resign myself to the cat smell tolerance of the crazy single cat lady? – so many horrid questions…
2. Absent Couch. I plan on spending a whole blog on this topic, but for right now – let’s just say my living room looks like teen meth-head squatters have taken up residence. All we are missing is a sleeping bag. #furniturematters
3. Grout. Need I say more? I live in a neighborhood of poorly constructed homes with poorly laid tile and ever more poorly laid grout. #groutmatters

That’s all I have for now. Will work on improving my attitude and behavior tomorrow – break a sweat and hopefully see the sunshine come out. Cycle on spin… and soon to dry.