Just lugged a metric fuckton of crap down to the bins. I feel more than a little guilty about this because most of it was recyclable and/or reusable crap - margarine tubs that could have been washed for dogtreat storage, glass bottles and jars that should have been washed for jam making or the recycle bin.
The trouble is, this ever-increasing pile of Things I Fully Intended To Get Around To Washing has been sitting there - and increasing - for years now. It's in my mental queue of shit that needs done, sure, but there's always something ahead of it (like washing up the things I need right now to eat off or cook with) and the bigger the pile gets, the less likely it is to ever be done, and... you know how it goes, right? Please say it's not just me.
Well, sometimes being a slob with a limited spoon supply (literally and figuratively) means having to make hard decisions. Today is the first day since Tuesday I've had enough energy to do anything more than take the dogs out to pee and walk myself to the bathroom and back as few times as I can get away with. So I got a big black binbag and filled it with every single sticky, mould-lined jam jar and greasy rancid plastic container I could find - and I do mean filled. And I dropped the entire lot into the wheelie bin with a resounding crash and a huge sense of liberation.
It's nearly nothing, on the scale of the crawling chaos that is my kitchen and my life, and this small symbolic act may have used up the whole of my day's energy ration. My list of things I wanted to get done today is still exponentially larger than the things I can actually manage. But I still feel a lot better for it, and I have no regrets.
The trouble is, this ever-increasing pile of Things I Fully Intended To Get Around To Washing has been sitting there - and increasing - for years now. It's in my mental queue of shit that needs done, sure, but there's always something ahead of it (like washing up the things I need right now to eat off or cook with) and the bigger the pile gets, the less likely it is to ever be done, and... you know how it goes, right? Please say it's not just me.
Well, sometimes being a slob with a limited spoon supply (literally and figuratively) means having to make hard decisions. Today is the first day since Tuesday I've had enough energy to do anything more than take the dogs out to pee and walk myself to the bathroom and back as few times as I can get away with. So I got a big black binbag and filled it with every single sticky, mould-lined jam jar and greasy rancid plastic container I could find - and I do mean filled. And I dropped the entire lot into the wheelie bin with a resounding crash and a huge sense of liberation.
It's nearly nothing, on the scale of the crawling chaos that is my kitchen and my life, and this small symbolic act may have used up the whole of my day's energy ration. My list of things I wanted to get done today is still exponentially larger than the things I can actually manage. But I still feel a lot better for it, and I have no regrets.
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The first two places I tackle in any heavy-duty home are the kitchen and bathroom. The first because counter space is valuable when it comes to cleaning the rest of the rooms; the second because I have to have somewhere to pee, and I normally can't do it in the toilet's original condition. Plus they're small rooms that can reveal an immediate impact and provide an instantaneous sense of success in the face of an otherwise overwhelming task.
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My father, from whom I inherited my slobbishness (the hoarding gene is maternal) gave me the most useful household tip of all time - clean as you go. It may not be energy-efficient or water-saving, but sometimes it's the only thing between you and a sinkful of slimy dishes that have begun to smell. It applies to recycling too, and I've learned that it's the only way glass and cans are ever going to get recycled in my house.
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and that, to me, is priceless. and realizing that lessens the guilt over being wasteful.
some days all you can do is what you CAN do, and the rest you have to let go of.
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I agree with this.
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And yes, I know how that is. There's always going to be a huge gap between what one feels one should do and what one can actually accomplish, and it doesn't help anything to beat yourself up over it.
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Like loving up Spike and Squish for me.
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and yeah, it's true. I do recycle a lot, mind you, but it's only ever going to work if I wash things the moment they're empty.
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And I would like you to know that he'd be MUCH unhappier if I didn't have melatonin for him. Love you <3
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And to make you feel better, I still have boxes filled with junk mail that I fully intend to get around to shredding one of these days. These boxes have followed me through three different residences.
In my defense, however, much of it is because Ry keeps hiding the shredder...
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I FINally made myself throw away the dishes they bring my meals-on-wheels in. They are really nice, black plastic re-usable microwave-safe dishes, but I ended up with so many of thm! I still feel guilty for tossing them out.
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It's only lately I've become determined to give myself less of a hard time over this sort of thing.