When R1 is gone, I tend to clean a lot. This is a strange phenomenon, since he would like me to clean a lot more when he’s here. The thing is, when he’s here, I want to hang out with him, and also, I want him to do it. When he’s gone, the buck stops here.
So every night I clean enough that if CPS showed up in the morning, there’d be no fodder for the local news. (I once was reported to CPS for refusing to work with a certain physical therapist for R2. They threw the case out the next day. I however, have evidently been traumatized).
Anyways. Every morning the kitchen looks pretty good and the living room is spotless. My room has been somewhat neglected. I have a brain problem. If it seems like something is full, like a drawer, for example, then I just freeze up. Where will I put this shirt? I think. So I set it on top of a dresser or shelf and there it sits for the duration of my life.
Along with the space issue, if it’s a variety of messes, I freeze up. So look in my room.Several baskets of clean wrinkled laundry. A box of sundries collected by my husband and put in here for me to sort. Toys, toys, toys. One of 5 different pairs of shoes. Hair clips, jewelry. A giant stack of papers. Some. vital. Others, completely insignificant. Sometimes when it’s like this I just stop. Where to start? What to do? Holy Moly! I have to move.
Today I determined to take it all on. Even if it was all I did today. So I started with the box of sundries since that’s the most confusing. I put it up on a closet shelf. Check. Out of sight…
Then I took all the toys and threw them in the hallway, much to Toby and Bean’s delight. Used binder clips to clip my earbuds to the bulletin board. Sorted papers into “discard now” and “stack nicely”. Now, that looks better. Put nail polish and hair accessories in a pile in the bathroom. Hid random software and computer guts in a bookcase.
Now there is a giant mountain of clean laundry to be sorted and folded and put away, or folded and put on top of various surfaces.
Flylady, eat my dust.
In other news, we appear to be getting over the plague. Fewer hell-diapers and no puke in a day or so.
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