My kitchen is fruit fly central. I want to cry. Instead I’m going to unfuck those sons of bitches. See how you like that!
Wellll I got up at 3:30 PM today, but I finally finished the laundry I started last week before I got sick. I had just left the loads in the washer and dryer all week and lived in my pajamas. But now it’s all dry and folded and put away. And my outfit for tomorrow is laid out.
Tomorrow I absolutely want to sweep my room and wash my sheets so I’m not drowning in dog hair anymore.
Hmm, it’s 10:30. Now that I’ve determined that browser Netflix is doomed (fucking Silverlight update), instead of going back to my phone and starting the next episode right now, I’m going to unfuck my morning. If I’m still awake after a shower and a 20/10 of dishes, I might watch the episode then.
That was an excellent decision. I’m clean and my clothes for tomorrow are laid out and the kitchen doesn’t look so fucking awful, just in time for my dad to get back from his business trip.
1. I live with a Lab and a Rottweiler. My house is never going to be dog hair free. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t worthwhile to keep it dog hair free-ER.
2. Once I get to the stage where I have fewer than five dishes to wash each time, I can get a lot done in twenty minutes. I was able to sweep up the kitchen, living room and stairs tonight. This is heartening because I had a fear I’d just be using all my 20/10s for dishes forever and never get to the rest of the house.
3. When I use my 20-minute timer for *everything* I can get a lot done. It keeps me moving and I’m gradually getting less likely to camp out on a fun task while forgoing the unfun ones.
4. I really really need to stay off the computer until I’ve already achieved a certain amount of my day. “Just one quick thing over breakfast” never is; I tried that yesterday and ended up taking a shower (the next item after breakfast) at 9:30 PM and putting my pajamas right back on. My day just slides 6-12 hours and then it’s impossible to leave the house for errands or make calls. Today I left the computer closed and I was only 2-3 hours behind where I wanted to be which seems terrible compared to “on time” but it’s a MASSIVE improvement over how the rest of my week has been. I doubt my timing will ever be in sync with the rest of the world, but I have hope I can at least significantly lessen my impairment.
5. I had time today so I washed the super gross dog bowls. Victory! And I think going forward I’m going to wash their downstairs water bowl before bed and fill it fresh again for them in the morning, and rinse out their food bowls after they eat. Because the pups deserve an unfucked habitat too.
6. I think I CAN find the right mix of organic flow and tight scheduling I’ve been searching for my entire life. Having a timer and lowering my expectations is helping a lot. I’ve already got a few activity chains that work really well—I can make it to breakfast consistently and that’s seven steps. It’s another six steps to dressed, and linking that chunk up to breakfast is my next goal.
7. I’ve been getting at least 64 ounces of water a day just by carrying around a refilled Gatorade bottle and reflexively drinking from it. It’s weirdly great at interrupting the loops my brain gets trapped in, and I’m more alert with fewer headaches.
8. Laundry isn’t that scary if I just do it properly.
I’ve always been the person who lets the sink fill up with dishes until someone yells at me. Every time I see the sink and counter it fills me with dread and I just kind of toss my latest dish at the pile and run away. The biggest concession I would sometimes be able to make was to wash the whole day’s dishes before bed so I could put them away in the morning.
My dad not-quite-yelled at me to clean up the kitchen last week, so I did…but since then I’ve been washing every dish after I use it, with only minor backsliding.
And it is really the most wonderful feeling.
I’m not afraid of my kitchen anymore. Washing dishes takes somewhere between a minute and ten depending on the meal. The house I’m living in has a dishwasher and I’m not even using it because it’s so much more convenient to wash 1-5 dishes by hand than wait all week for the dishwasher to fill up before running it and then still have to wash pots and knives by hand.
I’m not even kidding, my mind is blown. I knew on a theoretical level that it was probably the better way to go but I couldn’t get over how much I hated doing the dishes. But with a little music and encouraging self-talk, and without it being a huge chore every time I force myself to tackle the beast that I created, it’s actually wonderful.
I hope I can extend this to all the other things I struggle with soon.
I put away my clothes right after laundering them yay! *bounce bounce*
I’m going to put some food in my face before putting the clean sheets on my bed.
And then perhaps I will go to this s&b. But it’s dark out and the car’s headlight isn’t getting fixed until tomorrow and my dad isn’t home with the other car yet. So maybe I will hide under a pile of blankets and record for Nobilis instead. Since the story is due by Friday and my dad’s working from home tomorrow and it might be terribly awkward reading Twelfth Night erotica out loud within earshot.
I STARTED MY LAUNDRY YOU GUYS.
Maybe tonight I won’t be sleeping in a chair. I’m pretty sure I haven’t slept in my own bed properly in like a month. It is a comfortable chair though.
Wow. I not only did laundry yesterday, I folded it all and put it away when it was done drying. I ran out of clean underwear a week ago but I spent the whole week in my pajamas anyway so….
Today I need to fluff the dog hair off my comforter and mattress pad and actually put sheets on my bed. Because I’ve been sleeping on a naked bed for like two weeks. No sheets, just the mattress pad, and under a bare duvet and a quilt.
Even if you’re getting right back into it.
I did this the other day! Dogs woke me up at 6:30 after I’d gone to sleep at 2:30 (clearly failing at “turn off your computer and go to bed” club), so I got up, made my bed, fed the dogs and took them out, then went back to bed. It was great.