What I Really Want For My Birthday

I would give someone $500 to clean my house from top to bottom in a Clean Sweep kind of way. I might even help. Seriously. I’m not kidding. I just don’t know how to find this trustworthy person to give the $500 to. I suspect that Merry Maids would take one look at my apartment and tell me that it’s too messy for them to clean. I need help. I accept it. This is part of the depression. If I could just get some help to get started.

I actually was sitting here thinking about what to get myself for my birthday last night and I realized that the one thing I really wanted was a clean, organized house and that I didn’t want to do it. I thought about the price I would put on it. (Technically I might go over $500 too.)

But how to get started?

tags: Clean Sweep, Me, depression

4 comments

1. on March 18, 2006 at 11:08 am

   Big Dog said:

   One room at a time. Set a goal, clean the room and move on. It is not that hard when you try…..

   Then you could pay your self the $500 and put it in an IRA

2. on March 18, 2006 at 11:13 am

   n. mallory said:

   Are you channelling my dad today?

   

3. on March 18, 2006 at 1:45 pm

   n. mallory said:

   Sorry if that sounded wrong. I really thought that was funny. He just asked me for the tallies on my IRAs as he’s the CPA in the family…though he still makes me do my own books and taxes. It sounded just like him…”Eat? Who needs to eat? Just save that money and put it in an IRA or a high interest CD.”

4. on March 18, 2006 at 5:09 pm

   The Naked Truth » Blog Archive » Depressive Caregivers said:

   […] On further reflection of what I want for my birthday, which is still kind of a clean house by the way, what I really want is someone to help me get a grip with this depression and in effect nudge me in my life.  I know I should be able to do this on my own and I’m realizing now that despite they dysfunction of my family and friends, there was a dependence somehow to get through the daily or weekly stuff.  It’s becoming a little more evident two years away from them all. […]

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