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Housekeeping: an Update

Last month, I was the kind of person who had  a panic attack when I saw pet hair on the sofa. I used to have to vacuum the apartment and all of our furniture on a daily basis to avoid the panic attacks. A glob of toothpaste in the bathroom sink would make my stomach lurch. A coffee ring on the counter made my eyes itch. It was exhausting and it was awful.

Last week, I went five days, five whole days, without vacuuming. And you know what? It wasn’t that bad. No one died. No one caught a disease. No one even really noticed. We all just lived with it. Yes, at the end of five days things were pretty hairy but I didn’t mind because I knew that in a few more days the whole apartment would be perfectly beautifully exquisitely sparkling clean.

I just don’t stress out about the chores anymore. I no longer feel like I have to drop everything I’m doing to clean the house right now because it’s getting dirty and ifitgetsdirtywewillalldie. Now I look at the hairy sofa, or the coffee rings in the kitchen sink, and smile because a wonderful lady is coming over on Monday and she’ll take care of it me.

And it’s not that I have completely let everything go and the poor woman has to clean a filthy rathole every other week. No, no. We’re still doing the dishes every day, wiping down the counters, doing the laundry, cleaning the litter box, putting away the crap that piles up daily, balancing the checkbook, cooking, grocery shopping, recycling, walking dogs, watering plants, vacuuming every few (five!) days or so, we’re still doing all that. But what we don’t get around to? That stuff doesn’t make me want to kill myself anymore.

Also? I’ve started spending a little time every day just … relaxing. I’ve been spending more time with family. We’re running again. I did yoga this month! Twice! Last week when the weather was warm, I spent a whole hour before sunset one night stretched out on the balcony, my head nestled between the little dogs in their bed, watching the birds at the feeder. It. was. heavenly. This woman has saved my life.

Weekend Update

Sure, a weekend update is more of a Monday morning post, but yesterday I had some crazy to get off my chest.  I feel much better now, thank you, I really appreciated everyone’s input. It seems I’m not the only one with fears about the future, which is reassuring. And it’s also reassuring to hear that if we do decide to make babies, that will be ok too. We probably will end up parents at some point, just not this week. Or this year. Or next year most likely. We’ll see. Who knows what the future holds.

The weekend was great. The show Friday night was a lot of fun and my nephew was really fantastic. Work was great on Saturday, I really enjoyed the speakers, but the bike ride kicked my ass. Not too long ago I could ride ten miles without flinching, but in three short weeks I’ve gotten so out of shape that five miles leaves me winded and sore for days. That, my friends, is called getting old. But not to worry! This week I’ve made it my goal to ride at least fifteen miles, or five miles three times, so I will reclaim my lungs and my legs in no time.

I didn’t get nearly all the cleaning done that I wanted to on Saturday, even though I was at it for four hours. I did, however, finally unpack the remaining four boxes that were piled in our bedroom. When Mike got home from work and saw the empty floor space in our bedroom he said, “What happened to the boxes? I thought they were permanent?” To which I replied, “Are your arms broken? Because YOU COULD HAVE UNPACKED THEM YOURSELF, MISTER.”

In addition to unpacking those last four boxes, I scrubbed all the counters and sinks in the kitchen and both bathrooms, I dusted the entire apartment, put away all the crap that piled up over the week, and watered all the plants. Then I took a nice long shower, put on makeup and a dress, and let my husband take me on a last-minute date to see Rango.  It was really cute, you guys. It wasn’t as good as Tangled, I’m just going to be honest. But it was really cute.

Sunday we lost an hour of our day thanks to the time change, and didn’t roll out of bed until (GASP!) 11 a.m. We never sleep that late. I hate sleeping that late. But we did sleep that late and there wasn’t nuthin we could do about it. We skipped our leisurely breakfast and opted for cereal so we could get an immediate start on our day. Mike needed to study, so he cracked his books and I got back to work on the apartment. I vacuumed every nook and cranny, mopped the bathroom floors and the kitchen floor, did a little decorating in the office, started a DIY project (pictures coming!), and bathed the dogs. And you know what I have determined?  It takes a long long time to keep this apartment clean. I have two times the bathroom to scrub and twelve times the kitchen. Not to mention there is a whole extra room, what with the office and all that. I spent a full eight hours cleaning this weekend, and I still never got around to cleaning the showers. (Mike did them. Because he loves me and I am so grateful he does.) And I’m not complaining, I really am not, I’m just marveling. If we had any more space than we have now, I would either need to quit my job or else hire someone to come in and clean for us because my goodness it is a LOT of work.

We never did get to go to JoAnne’s to pick out fabric for our kitchen curtains, and there were a few other projects that I didn’t get around to, but what with the surprise date Saturday night and an impromptu visit with friends Sunday night, it really did turn out to be a wonderfully perfect weekend.

sunbathingThese two really need to start pulling their weight around here.