Operation: Baby Preparations (Day 23)

I would really like to cheat and tell you this is day two or three of my cleaning preparations, but I told you I would keep you updated however long it takes to get this stuff done. Taurus Man was the one to actually take the initiative and get the ball rolling. He cleaned that first day and another day last week. I cleaned one day last week or the week before and yesterday. Technically, it's been four days of cleaning, but honestly, it's taken us 23 days of procrastination and distractions and what-have-yous to get this far.

So how many things have we checked off our lists? EIGHTEEN. Eight-fucking-teen. Seriously. How awesome do I feel right now? Rockstar awesome, that's how much. Not much for my plan to do one thing a day when you look at the big ol' Day 23 up there, but four actual days of productivity? Rockstar fucking awesome. Have a look-see:

I have an innate force that drives me to give credit where credit is due, and the man of the century right now is Taurus Man. I procrastinate because I'm a perfectionist and I have problems with depression and self-worth and I get discouraged easily and I get distracted easily and blah, blah, blah. Taurus Man procrastinates because - well - I'm not sure exactly. But usually, Taurus Man is the King of Procrastinatopia and has every excuse in the book ready. Surprisingly, he got up and going of his own accord. Even more surprising, he got the ball rolling while I was still sitting in bed, admiring my pretty spreadsheet, telling myself and Taurus Man and the kittens and Hyper Doggy that I would definitely do it tomorrow or the day after. I have a nagging feeling that if Taurus Man hadn't started things, I would still be sitting in bed admiring my pretty spreadsheet. To top that off, he did a bunch of stuff that I had allocated to do myself and thus, has done way more than his fair share. I am so proud of my lover man. SO PROUD. 

Also, since I'm the Queen of Neediness these days, I'd like to give myself a round of applause and universal recognition. Not only did I get stuff done, but I got it done with the energy of an invalid, the awake-ness of an overdosed druggie, the movements of a zombie, distractions from the kittens and hyper doggy, and the usual stresses of PTSD, anxiety, depression, and freaking out about the future, etc. The near constant rain for the past 48 hours that cut off my internet connection may have also helped. Just a little. Hee. So I (and by I, I mean myself and everybody reading this) am immensely proud of myself. Go Self!

I've also done stuff that I hadn't put on my list, so even more proud-ness for me. Yay! Gosh, my hormones have made me so needy. I need attention from Taurus Man at all times. By all times, I mean constantly. Think of the neediest person you know and amplify that by about a million. Okay, maybe not a million. Try a hundred. After taking care of the kittens and hearing meows in my sleep and the shower (speaking of which, I do need a shower) and everywhere I go, and playing with Hyper Doggy (who also needs a shower), and wasting time on the internet, I still need Taurus Man to stop what he's doing and hug me, or talk to me, or look at me, or sit next to me, or do something to acknowledge my existence. All. The. Time.

In other news, I can't focus on what I'm writing because I'm beyond exhausted and the kittens are crying and the bed is calling and my back is about to break in two and my brain is about to stop working and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz............................