Me, realizing I let cups pile up on my dresser again: my dearest princess is so frequently desirous of water in the late eve that she hath permitted her goblets to accumulate… dear me, I must have these cleared before the duchess arrives for tea.
Sometimes I really beat myself up for having a messy room/house and I get too upset to actually clean because what’s the point, I’ll just make it messy again?
Anyway, I’ve started countering this by pretending I’m a long-suffering maid for a sweet yet untidy princess, tasked with preparing her royal quarters for visitors. It is difficult work but the thought that she loves me and soon we will flee into the forest in disguise before her upcoming wedding (to a wealthy but unloving duke) keeps me motivated.