A short week.

What is it about short weeks that feel so long. Despite today being a productive day, time seemed to go backward. One thing I am happy about is despite the not so fun week, I managed to not have much of a break down. In the past when I am tired and frustrated my emotions go out of control and I can not help but cry. My hope is that this weekend will be a chance for me to rest and reset for the upcoming week. To be honest I am not looking forward to what next week might be, but I refuse to give in to a potential bad week before it starts.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

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Too often during the week I let things slip, even the past few weekends have not been as productive at home as they should have been. Sometimes it so difficult to be alone for a whole day. Being by myself has never really bothered me, but sometimes it is not so fun to remember that I am truly alone again.

Today was the most productive day at home I have had in a long time. There are still a few things on my list that need to be done, but for the most part I am a happy girl. Thankfully today was only Saturday and there is still one more day to make up the difference.

It will be wonderful to wake up Monday morning and not dread what needs to be done in the evening. It always feels good to have a clean apartment. Every time I have an overhall cleaning day I tell myself I will never let things get so bad ever again, but somehow things slip away and I end up back at square one. Who knows, maybe this will be the time I can keep the ball rolling and stay on top of things, crazier things have happened.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

Little day-to-day things.

One of the most difficult parts of being alone is not having anyone around to lend a hand. There are many times I find myself wishing for help to take out the garbage, do the dishes or run the vacuum cleaner. I would even appreciate if someone would help make sure all the dishes get to the sink in the first place. Sometimes I get so caught up thinking about all the big things that will never be, and forget to remember the little day-to-day ones.

Sunday evening I try to reflect on my weekend. I think of things that could have gone better, things I should have done and things that need to get done during the week. I am proud to say that I have no dirty dishes in the sink, but everything else is a mess. Someday I will manage to have a weekend that everything gets done, and I can walk into the next week feeling confident. Sadly, this is not that week, but I have high hopes that I will be able to put myself back on track. Now, as another week is over and a new one begins I will do my best to be productive and wise with my time. Who knows, maybe this will be the week I finally catch up.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.