I’ve been taking on more projects lately, since things seem to be getting better.
Therapy and meds have brought me a long way, even though it’s only been a few weeks.
I’ve been going to bed earlier and easier (actually it’s impossible for me to stay awake most nights), waking up earlier, more willing to do things and enjoying them when I do. Even the people around me say that I seem different — better.
But there are problems.
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1. I let things go so much while I wasn’t well, now normal projects aren’t normal.
When someone else says they need to clean their kitchen floor, they probably mean sweep and swiffer. Maybe they’ll get down there and scrub, but it won’t be all too bad because if they’re the type of people who scrub in the first place, they also probably did it last week.
I haven’t even swept or swiffered in months. That’s how bad it is.
When someone else says they’re doing laundry, they probably mean because the laundry baskets throughout their home are full. Maybe they have kids and end up with 10 loads.
But when I do laundry it’s because I literally have nothing to wear other than the shirt I’ve kept since 6th grade and that little black dress that somehow became inappropriately too short since the last time I wore it. Oh, and some Halloween costumes. So when I do laundry, I do every single item of clothing in my entire house. It takes days — sometimes weeks — to finish.
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2. I have a tendency to increase everything I do.
The other day my dad asked me to “tidy up” the living and dining rooms because he was having a coworker over to do something on the computer. His exact words were, “you can throw all the stuff in one pile for all I care, I just don’t want it covering every inch of the floor anymore”. (By stuff he mainly means Holden’s toys.)
So I decided “tidy up” and “throw in a pile” meant to go through, rearrange and reorganize every toy in the house. I spent hours working on the dining room, which, out of all the rooms in the house other than the kitchen and my father’s, has the least amount of toys. There’s now a 10X4ft section of our basement filled with toys we’re getting rid of. I finished the dining room and 1/4 of the living room before I had to give up and go to bed.
2a. I never finish anything.
This goes with number 2. I start an easy project, turn it into something intensive, and then never finish it.
Most people might take a break, but their weekly project will be the same one.
It’s been days since I started going through and arranging Holden’s toys. Instead of picking up where I left off, I decided to organize and arrange all the stuff in the backyard.
That’s not done yet, either.
Last week I decided to clean my room. Also not complete, and getting dirtier.
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3. I consider one small chore a daily task.
When most people do the dishes, they then make dinner and vacuüm and wipe down the counters and teach their kids the ABCs.
When I do the dishes, I forget the pots and pans. When Jack gets home I announce “I DID THE DISHES!!” like it’s the most important thing in the world. I feel so accomplished, I don’t have the energy to do anything else all day. I seriously base my week on my chores:
Monday — dishes. Tuesday — wash and dry laundry. Wednesday — fold and put away laundry. Thursday — break down all boxes and put recycling out. Friday — sweep and swiffer kitchen floor. Saturday — vacuüm living and dining room.
Sunday’s a free day, obviously. And, also obviously, half of those chores never get done because I decide I’d rather clean the walls or organize my desk that day or something.
(Jack is not amused at how enthusiastic I get over things I should be doing regularly anyway.)
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So, with those three quirks added together, I have no idea how “normal” people are able to be normal. How on earth can home-makers handle doing all of the chores every day? How the hell do people who work still have time to make sure they live in a non-toxic house?
I don’t know how you people do it — this normal thing — but I’m not quite there yet. Or rather, not even close.
Still, doing anything is an accomplishment. Today I did half the dishes, loaded old toys and clothes into the car, and brought them to a consignment shop.
I’m exhausted. But I did stuff!!
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P.S. – I know yesterday was Thursday. I’m sorry, but there will (again) be no Tired Toddler Thursdays post or photos because I still haven’t found my damn camera. I’ll try to take an extra lot of pictures once I do find it, to make up for the days lost.
P.P.S. – I got two subscribers to my biweekly newsletter, Tidbits & Smidgens. (Thank you whoever you are!) However, it’s actually a lot of work to write and send those things out, so it’s be extra specially super cool if I could do that much work for more than 2 people (not that I don’t appreciate you and all). So please, check it out.
How do you find the time / motivation / energy / etc. to complete your chores? Do you tend to do what I do and instead of doing one simple thing, turn it into something much larger? What are your favorite and least-favorite chores? Let me know!
(P.S. WordPress just told me motivation is a cliché. Really?)