Alright, internets. First step of recovery is admitting you have a problem, right?
Well, OK. Here goes…
I, dear internets, am a control freak.
I am a doer and not a delegator.
I am a firm believer in if you want something done right, you do it yourself.
I am a caretaker.
I am a clean freak.
I, dear internets, am exhausted.
More so mentally than physically, but exhausted, nonetheless.
People pop out mini versions of themselves so they are automatically granted a little army of minions to do all the annoying, time-consuming tasks of life like cleaning and such, right?
That’s what I thought.
Well, damn. I may be missing that boat. Continue reading