The routine indeed does get too much and this morning I was of the same mood, seeing how I've to get ready and exit home at about 10:40 myself, the list of things that needed be done before was vast, because no matter how much I stick to the (let's do most stuff the night before) chores still pile up in the morning and it irked me into an a noxious ire that 'people' hadn't even bothered to wind up their charging cables etc and they were lying on the floor. This is small but it adds to what all I have to do, along with the cats wanting to be fed just as I was washing dishes that were a day old lunchbox that 'people' peeled out of their bag in the morning.
I mean I feel angry, exhausted and irritable that here I am still in deep with more dishes from the fixing of breakfast while a cat gnaws at my ankle to be fed, a charging cable lies on the floor, ignored since last night and there are night clothes strewn on dining table and sofa that also I have to keep out of eyesight cuz I fucking hate messy clothes about the house while 'people' are reading the fucking news on their phones and talking to me about stuff.
I lashed out and asked to keep quiet or at the very least not talk to me because my zen is fucked and I have no interest in hearing 'your' voice in the morning.
That did bring a lull for a short second because it was maddening ruckus again with another cat pawing at the bowl to tell me he needed food.
The cats were fed early morning but people give them cursory meals, more like a small snack so they don't bother for a while and when they do bother it's time to be busy in the morning.
Too many things at the same time and Sometimes I wade through that swamp and sometimes I find myself sinking.
It's like a mental clock.
Okay I got to give the cats food then I need to quickly spruce the house with a bit of brooming, then there's the bed to be made and clothes that need shoving into the washer and then I can finally sit and have tea and then a quick shower and scoot!
Oh but the charging cable is lying in the floor, and there are clothes strewn on the sofa and there's a lonely sock on the table. Okay!
I will kill someone
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