This article was originally published on Gen Y Girl.


My apartment is a disaster.

Yep, this is the post where I tell you just how much of a giant mess I am.

Sometimes I really beat myself up about it. Like this morning, for example.

I was getting ready to leave for work and I was horrified by the state of my bedroom.

I started to get that drowning feeling that I feel when everything is super cluttered and out of place and I have 5 pairs of shoes next to my bed and I can’t see the floor.

So I turned to Joe, my fiancé, and I told him that our project this weekend is to clean up our room.

He looked at me and he said, “Sure, babe,” but then he laughed a little.

So of course I was like HELLO WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!?!

And he told me that it was an honorable attempt, but the reality is that we probably won’t get to it- we have a lot going on this weekend.

So I got a little down about it, because I WANT to clean my house. I WANT to get myself organized. But most importantly, I want to have the ENERGY to do those things.

Every day I seem to get home from work more tired than the day before. And when I get home, dude…my couch…it just calls for me. All I want to do is sit on my couch and watch TV /get on my laptop and work on my blog. Is that so terrible?

So getting back to my point… I sometimes beat myself up about this. About the fact that I have zero energy and my apartment is a mess.

But then I started to think about it a little more and I decided that NO…I’m not going to get myself down about it. I do A LOT. I have A LOT going on. Our lives these days are totally non-stop, so it’s only natural that I’m freaking tired all the time.

During the week, this is my life:

I wake up at 6am. I feed my cat so that he stops meowing at my door. I attempt to wake up Joe. I shower. Blow-dry my hair. Put on some makeup so I don’t scare people. Attempt to wake up Joe. Make my breakfast. Pack my lunch. Grab my gym clothes Tuesdays and Thursdays so I can work out at work during lunch. Again, attempt to wake up Joe to say goodbye. Then I grab my keys and run out the door.

Most days I have about a 1-hour drive to work. If there’s an accident, it’s worse. I listen to the radio, deal with people who have serious cases of road-rage, and eventually make it to work.

When I get to my desk, I turn on my computer and my computer’s like, “Hey, ready for an awesome day? Here’s 500 million e-mails! Enjoy!” -_-

I work until about 4:30pm because by that time I’ve dealt with enough phone calls and e-mails and my brain can’t process anything else. I also usually have a tension headache by that time from staring at the computer all day.

I get in my car, run any errands I have to run, and I then have another 1-hour drive home. I have to mentally prepare myself for Miami traffic so I don’t go crazy. When I get home, I have to feed my cat. When I feel up to it, about twice a week, I throw on some workout clothes and head over to CrossFit with Joe. We workout until we can’t breathe, and then we head home.

By this time, I can’t move, really, but somehow I make it up the stairs to our apartment. It takes me about 15 minutes to get my clothes off…but then we shower, change into comfy clothes, and head out to the family room and plop on the couch. By this time, it’s usually about 8 or 9pm.

We then have to decide if we’re going to eat or starve. Since I’ve been trying to eat healthier lately, I try to actually make food instead of just having cereal. Luckily, Joe is a way better cook than I am, so he helps me out so much with dinner. We make some food and sometimes we even try to throw a little laundry in the wash so that we don’t save it all for the weekend. By the time we’re actually done with our food, it’s usually about 9:30-10ish and then I have to keep myself awake so that Joe and I can spend some time together catching up on our shows. If we watch 1 hour of TV together, that’s a good day.

And then we go to bed around 11-12 and we do the same thing the next day.

So yes, I have 5 pairs of shoes lying on the floor by my bed.

My room looks like a tornado hit it.

I’ll get to it this weekend, I hope.

But if I don’t, it’s not the end of the world.

I’ll get to it eventually.

I do a lot of other things during the week and that’s the reality… there’s never enough time for everything that we want/need to do.


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