I had to wait a period to apply eardrops after washing out the cats ears, so after all the hassle getting hold of the damn wash and then falling asleep I missed the drops this morning.

I got home and crash napped with loads of wet laundry waiting to be hung. The washed and dried laundry is piling up waiting to go into space bags against moths and fleas (and to contain the damn clothes). I put dishes to soak in the morning but a sink leak flooded the floor and everything in the cabinet underneath while I slept.

I’m so fucking tired. My mental state has been fucked for weeks. I’ve now overexerted myself badly two days in a row when doing it even once has real consequences. Fuck my shit body. Fuck my disability supports so frequently falling through for the past 2-3 weeks, and of course extra shit happening on top for more labour.

But the cat has had her supper and pain meds, and her evening eardrops. The latest fresh load of laundry has been chucked into the energy inefficient dryer, the very bottom items pulled out of the soaked cabinet and an already damp towel that was possibly due for rewashing has been thrown down on the puddle on the floor. I’m folding dry towels and puppy pads to clear the clothes horse and empty the wet basket. I’ll check if the towels need to be rewashed and use them for further mopping up first.

After a rest I can maybe do the cat’s bowls. Then my dishes. Then fully empty the undersink cupboard and wipe it out with spray cleaner, and sort out the soaked cardboard packaging.

I am going to be in so much pain the next few days