Purple Tinted Glasses

I’ve decided that every so often, a good old fashioned temper tantrum is in order. Or maybe well deserved? Alright, fine. I threw a hissy fit yesterday and I really can’t think of a way to justify it. I managed to throw a lot of things around (mostly soft things like bed spreads) and kick everything on the floor (hurting my right big toe) except for the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor. This very same pile later revealed what I was looking for.

I misplaced my badge to get into my work building. Had I not woken up at 5:30 am to ensure that I would get there a little early to catch up on some things, then maybe I would not have been so angry. Stack this on the fact that my house feels like a human pig sty. It’s not filthy. It’s just cluttered, misplaced and thrown about.

I wouldn’t say that I don’t have time to clean it. I just don’t know what to do with all of my crap. My house is not that big. I don’t have THAT much stuff. The only way I think I can feel comfortable is to just get rid of everything. Unfortunately, I’m a pack rat with a neat freak complex.