So I went to dinner with a friend. Then cleaned and vacuumed in preparation of my parents coming tomorrow. They are arriving while I am at work. Had to change linens and move my stuff into the guest room since they are staying in my bedroom.
But I did tons of glorious laundry in my fixed washing machine and didn't have any more floods to clean up.
I think I broke the vaccum again but at least I was almost done when it happened. I feel like a fuucking superhero, having successfully cleaned my house just in the nick of time. Why did I stress all week about it- I know myself by now- and it was always not gonna get done until the 23rd hour. Bc that is how I roll. Ah well.

There is no food in the house but I'm okay with that. My mom will buy me food. She always does. All I have is apples, water, and condiments. Ah well.

Sometimes I do wonder if maybe I lowered the bar on expectations that other ppl have for me than I wouldn't suffer so much. I am always trying so hard to appear less fuucked up than I am which is exhausting. Apparently normal people don't have 20 empty boxes of cat litter forming a Great Wall up to the ceiling in their bedroom bc it's too much effort to put it outside on recycling day... I think i just can't handle the idea of people worrying about me, so I make sure to seem okay in others company. Nobody needs to see the crazy hoarders episode level mess that my house becmes when I get depressed.

Anyway I am exited to see my parents. My mom and I are going to anshow on Friday for her Xmas present.
Well happy hump day to all. Hang in there and hope we all have more good stable mood days. Hugs.