It’s the end of the day, I’m out of patience, energy, and the will to do anything other than lie there completely anhedonic.
In reality, my choices are to clean this same exact mess for the 400th day in a row, or take some time to myself and stay up late feeling guilty about it.
I suppose the obvious choice is to clean. No one likes a dirty house anyways, and so I’m there, picking up cereal puffs, putting up toys, washing dishes, sweeping up goldfish crumbs and I can’t help but think: why do I even bother anymore?
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