@maggie, dammit:
“Comparison is the devil.” Amen, sister; and thanks for the moral support. :) For the record, I consider you a Big Girl Blogger, and I’m so flattered that you tolerate my drivel. :)

@Abigail:
But of course you may! I can’t wait until NahNoMoFoMe is over. I’ll go back to posting about 4 times a week and my house will be a little bit cleaner.

@Jenny, Bloggess:
1. Me, too!
2. *blushes* Um, like, thanks and stuff. For the record, I consider you a Big Girl Blogger, too, and it totally made my whole day when you commented. :) BHJ and Adam stopped by, too, so that was pretty groovy. And I’m sure they would’ve commented, but maybe their asses were on fire or something and they were in too much of a hurry. Can we send your snake to their blogs? I bet it would bite them both in the ass.
3. Someday I’ll buy a ranch and invite YOU over. I think we should mix Meth, bottle rockets, and a big ol’ tractor. That’d be hawsum!

2. Your blog is awesome and you are way too critical of yourself, which actually pushes you to write even better so that’s a good thing.

3. If I had a ranch I would totally invite you over.

I know how things can build up. And, being a depressive, I know how things can slowly weight you down over time.

I get bummed very easily because I’m still new to this blogging thing (started in July) and all these other blogs that have been around longer have so many more readers. It’s ridiculous and I know it but my ego tells me I should have at least as many as a few of them.

It gets hard to think of new content sometimes. So I don’t try to post every day. I can’t do it. Not with my fatigue issues.

And while you’re not plagued with chronic fatigue, by the time you get through just your basic chores (keeping a house filled with four men) and looking for work and blogging… You may have ACFS (Acquired Chronic Fatigue Syndrome)! In other words, fer cryin’ out loud woman! Take it easy on yourself!

OK, now that I’ve belittled my disability, I gotta say: You have way too much on your plate. I would highly suggest one of my mom’s favorite tricks: Breaking it up into manageable slices.

This is a common suggestion, but hear me out:

Pick a chore, like laundry
Set your cell phone or whatever for 20 minutes.
Do as much sorting or cleaning or whatever as you can for that time.
But when the time’s up, you stop.

If you know you only have to do 20 minutes of cleaning, you won’t dilly dally and you’ll be shocked how much you can get done.

My husband and I tend to blitzkrieg our house. I’ll start picking up our clothes which lie lazily crumpled on the floor. (They never pick themselves up, the moochers!) And so he’ll take the hint and start helping me pick up. Then I’ll set off to do something else, like the bathroom sink, and he’ll either start vacuuming or ask me which chore I prefer he focus on. With our combined efforts, we can bang out a pretty clean apartment in under an hour. Granted, we leave the bedroom for another day entirely because we’re not masochists. But the areas that people SEE are clean!

Just remember when you start to get down on yourself that you’re not doing enough, or whatever, that you’re doing the best you can in that exact moment and it’ll have to do until the family decides to help out or hire you a maid.

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OCD friends don’t let ADD friends do drugs.

Except for, you know, Adderal. And Ritalin. And VALIUM. And…oh, hell…never mind.

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