So, yup... There it is. I said it. I would have rather that today didn't come. I am depressed, frustrated and downright disappointed in myself.
Yesterday, despite my misgivings and irritation at being the only person in our family that gives a crap, I cleaned. I vacuumed, I swept, I straightened and I dusted. I cleaned up all the piles of unfiled papers and threw away loads of unimportant crap and papers and mailings... Or so I thought. I am very unsure if all I tossed was of the tossable nature, as now I cannot find a set of registration papers for a horse that I desperately need. And the most frustrating part is that I can somewhere in my foggy brain remember seeing the papers and saying to my self, "Self, one should take care of such important papers immediately!" I do remember that. Can I remember what the papers came in? Or if I left them in such container? Can I remember what the blast I did with them?!?!?!?! Nope. Can't. Can I find them now? Nope.
At this point, with fighting siblings in the background, I am ready to check myself into the looney bin. I am not even afraid of all the crazy people that reside there. I think it might even be more a vacation than I have had in months!