I cautiously got some work done around the house yesterday and today. Didn’t plan plan to do it, but that’s usually the best way for me to be successful at something chore-based… not really knowing it’s coming. (I know, it doesn’t make sense.) And no, it wouldn’t be considered a huge amount of housework for someone in tip top shape, but yeah…
Yesterday’s work was in the evening, where I finally tackled the bathroom and not only totally cleaned it up, complete with scrubbing all the gross surfaces, but I also got into the closet to throw out anything old or unneeded, followed by getting everything organized and on the shelves in a way that makes everything much easier to get at. So, looking at it, it looks done… but I do still want to go through the drawers and get all that shit organized or tossed as well.
I also got the living room tidied up, vacuumed again, etc. Then this evening was the kitchen’s turn… well, mostly the dishes. I’m still a dumbass though. Every, every time that I do up a sink full of dishes, I tell myself that from now on I’m gonna clean each dish as I mess them up – that way I’ll never end up with a sink full again. I dunno, maybe I did a little better this time, since 75% of it was just silverware and stirring spoons and spatulas and such. But man… fucking dishes, man… I swear. Whatever it is about standing there and using my shitty arm / shoulder, it just messes me up so quickly.
So I broke it up into three or four pieces, which feels lame as hell, but it’s the only way to keep from gimping myself up by the time I’m done. But it’s all good now. Got those couple of bowls and pots cleaned out, and then all of the Olive Garden containers… which, honestly, look way better than any kind of cheap tupperware type containers you would find at the dollar store or wherever. That’ll let me work on some soup, stew, noodle combinations which I can then freeze for later.
Heh… such a dumb entry. But I felt like patting myself on the back. I was telling a friend just the other day that I need to get out of this fucking rut, even if it’s by doing the littlest “different” thing each day to push me in the right direction. It helped that it was sunny all day, and despite the cold I even had the front and back doors open for a bit. But I decided that I could get out of the house some other day, when I wasn’t quite so low on oomph. Heading to bed early, since I’ve kinda whupped myself with the chores, plus I woke up at a normal AM hour, which leads to this normal PM hour bed time. We’ll see if it takes.
Too tired for emojis… figure it out.