What a Week

Well, admittedly the week is only half over. It's been a bit of an adventure though already. Not always in a good way.
Monday went well, as far as Monday's go. Yesterday, however, I must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something. I was all out of sorts and Gak was driving me insane. Mind you, he wasn't doing anything different than he ever does. It was all me. I have no idea why, but it was. He did his normal Gak morning routine and it just bugged the crap out of me. Why? Who knows! I sure don't. he was even trying to be helpful and sort the laundry! Nope, wasn't right. (I must be loosing it, normally when he does little things like that I truly do appreciate it!!) The day didn't get much better. I muddled my way through work. I managed not to screw anything up too badly, but everything was off just a half step or so. Just enough to keep me off balance and not quite happy.
I managed to pull off laundry last night, though. I timed it right that Gak and I ran over to Boston Market while the wash was in the dryer so we didn't end up eating late and I still got the chores done. I was cranky with him then though too. I don't know why. He didn't do anything to me. He was just his normal self. I admit, I was a little worried as his knee had been giving him major issues all day.
I muddle my way through the evening without hurting anyone. I did this by keeping to myself. I thanked Gak for hanging up the wet laundry and after surfing a little, went and buried my nose in a book. It kept both of us out of trouble.
(Did I ever mention I hate when I treat Gak this way? It hurts his feelings for no reason and doesn't do anything other than make me even more grumpy with myself...)
Well, this morning went OK. Minor grumpy issues on my part. I still have no idea why. Yesterday was beautiful! The bank thermometers on the way home were saying 82 or 84 degrees out! The sky was blue, the sun was shining and it was warm. I couldn't have asked for nicer. This morning was gray and looking like it might rain. (It didn't, it cleared up by noon.)
We get partway to Gak's work and realize he doesn't have his vest. I then realize I don't remember folding it last night. I remember washing it, but not folding it.
CRAP!!
To make a long, frustrating half hour shorter, it turns out that I left an entire dryer of clothes in the dryer last night. Luckily the lady running the place found them and they didn't wander off. I was very relieved as my new jeans were in that load too. I was also still extremely mad at myself. That was the third time this year I've done something like that. The first was the camera in Atlanta. There was something else a month or so ago, and now this.
I know, I'm only human and these things happen. But I'm too good at loosing things and being disorganized, I always have been. I hate how disorganized the craft/back room of the apartment is. I hate how disorganized my clothes/laundry is, I don't even try and put stuff away any more. I hate how disorganized I am at work and with my bills. (What's funny is in my annual review the other week my boss commented on how organized I have all the training stuff... if only he knew how much more I could get done if I was actually organized, not just pretending...) I hate how disorganized I am in general and I just can't seem to fix it. I'm tired of attempting to just sweep everything under the rug and ignore the fact that it's the size of an elephant and not going away. I just don't know where to start of have the energy it seems. I've tried to implement all kinds of fixes, they never really get past the implementation stage. I know I need to clean out the dining room and the back room and put everything away and organize it at least to start. Then entropy can take over again and that'll be OK.
What I need is someone to just come in, make me take everything out of the room and put it back like it is supposed to be.
OK. I didn't mean to turn this into a rant/whine about my disorganization skills. But I guess that's part of what's got me cranky. My life seems spinning out of my control in little bits and pieces and I can't seem to stay on top of any of it for more than a few moments. None of this is Gak's fault, he just happens to live in it. I hope the rest of the week gets better.
Peace to all and may you find some organization or direction in your life.