Weekends... Weekends are my rough time. It just seems everything gets smelly dirty soooo fast. I don't want to workout... Or mow the lawn... Or do the things I should cause then the clothing situation suffers.
I have realized how I care a lot less about my clothes when I have my plethora ready to go... but painting yesterday was so stressful because I didn't want to ruin anything that I still need to wear for two more weeks! I would usually just put on my "crap" clothes that I don't care about, but that was not a luxury I had and is now a luxury that I realize I take for granted.
In true dramatic fashion... White paint with my Navy ensemble was difficult enough, but then all the mosquitoes of the land wanted to suck my blood at this precise moment, sensing my vulnerability as I needed to focus. Dip brush... paint trim piece... focus on not getting any drips on me... look at my legs... Smack a mosquito... Realize I forgot the brush status... Check to see if I got paint on me... Repeat. This is gross but I had like 4-5 squished mosquitoes on me by the time I finished. There was paint on my skin, but I think the ensemble miraculously survived!
I would say at this point my heart is definitely feeling for homeless people who only have so many clothing items and the struggles that really brings.
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