Gotta let you know I really did clean that nasty corner behind the bedside table. Said ‘table’ is actually a jewelry cabinet that I have now decided I hate. It doesn’t fit well, it is big and clunky, and sits in front of the window out of which we would have to go should there be a fire. So I turned it on an angle to a corner, leaving a big gap behind it.
As it turns out, all furniture needs to be moveable, and the fewer inaccessible ’gaps’ the better. Otherwise, you cannot get behind it to clean, and do not see when it is getting bad. I’m not talking OCD cleaning type crap every day, I’m talking once a year to keep the dust from piling up into scary, gross amounts.
So in time, this piece of furniture will most likely go. I want a smaller, more portable piece. And it will NOT be new.
But – this time I cleaned up a crud load of stuff beside it, then moved it and vacuumed and vacuumed and found oil of some kind had spilled, so then I had to get out the little steam cleaner for pet accidents. It did ok. Not great. And I wanted so desperately to escape this chore that I had to bribe myself with “once the cleaning fluid is on the carpet, I will take a reading break to escape this.” Then I did so, set a timer for 20 minutes, and let myself read. Then I went back and finished it. Timers are vital pieces of equipment for people who hate to clean.
My point is that this was not fun, it was something I didn’t want to do and I did it anyway. Other people do this all the time. Why can’t I?
But I did it. Must remember that. Did it. Yuck. – whole bedroom needs redone. SIGH.
Try to pick something you don’t want to do and do it anyway. Something that NEEDS to be done – I’m not talking something you should turn down, like PTA President or something else that will push your plate to overflowing.
Well, I am too tired to be all ’up’ about this ending. Hang in there, keep with it. As a reward for reading all the way to the end of this Post and thinking about maybe cleaning something nasty needing it, here is another wonderful drawing by Allie Brosh. I have permission to use these, (read her FAQ page which rocks, like everything else she writes.)
Trudy. Wishing I could draw (and write, frankly) like Allie
UPDATE: June 5. I woke up this morning filled with Angst. I was pretty happy yesterday about this article but woke up this morning with my head saying “What if Allie doesn’t really give me permission to CHANGE her drawings? What if that is against her policy and she would be upset” (or possibly sue me, but really, the idea of her being upset with me was far more upsetting that her suing me).
So, I decided to update this Post, and include her original drawing, – which led me to also include a little dissertation on why the premise of her original drawing is, uh, not productive for “people like us”. And if you really want to see a well done pictorial display of this entire reasoning, PLEASE go check out her entire Post at http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-ill-never-be-adult.html.
And, to help my conscience and my churning brain, here is her original drawing that I used (with permission) and adapted (possibly without permission).
In a nutshell, Allie’s hysterical Post that day is about having incredible goals of doing all the responsible things we would like to do, including, cleaning EVERYTHING. This is what people ‘like us’ do on a regular basis. We decide we are going to clean ALL THE THINGS and it soon wears us out to the point where we clean NONE OF THE THINGS (in Allie’s case, she declares, basically: screw it - ”INTERNET FOREVER”). In my case, it is: screw it, I’m getting in the book. There are infinite distrations to do that feel really really good in the moment, so we can avoid doing what feels impossible and unpleasant.
That’s why I now try baby steps. I clean “ONE Bad Thing”. I try “one hard habit”. People with clean houses pick up and tidy and clean on a regular basis – they don’t let it get bad and then try to do the whole entire thing at once. In retrospect, I realize I should have drawn a line under the word “ONE”.
My brain is appeased, now to figure out dinner. Sigh. Good thing I’m not single or I’d have nachos every night, too.