Unpacking..

It's so stressful and I hate it. Like hate it. With a serious passion. I hate finding new places for my things. I hate that there is hardly any storage in apartments. In houses. In general. I'm always stuck thinking "Where do I put this?" "What should I do next?" "I have no idea what I'm doing..."

Then since Joe works strange hours, I'm the one doing all the unpacking.. And it burns me out. I don't want to do everything by myself. Then dinner. Then dishes. And on top of all of that, take care of Marshall and make sure he doesn't get into anything.. Make sure he isn't in my way. Make sure he is actually taken care of.

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I completely lost my train of thought because I was checking my email. And my mother messaged me about seeing Marshall. Its difficult because of timing. Joe and her work two completely different schedules so it's hard to really figure out a good time..

I dunno. I think I'm done with this post. Sorry it was so lame.