Ick
Feeling like I was hit by a Mack truck today. My head's all stuffy, my throat's all froggy, and I'm droopy and achy. I'm hoping that it's only a reaction to all the dust and mold I stirred up cleaning the trash pit that was my side of the bed last night. *See footnote. Otherwise, I'm in for a doozy of a cold.
* I am a hoarder. It's a psychiatric condition that prevents you from throwing things away. Mine's due to trauma I endured in childhood, and the example my parents (both hoarders) set. The pile of stuff that ends up accumulating by my bed usually takes me a month or more to make and a month or more to actually get around to cleaning. Let's put it this way - when I was done, I had an entire basket of laundry, a pile of books, textbooks, and notebooks, and five kitchen-size bags worth of trash. Heather, the neat-freak (which isn't a bad thing), was FREAKING OUT about the mess. She's been bugging me to clean it since before Christmas. I finally got the emotional whatever I needed to do it. She's much more happy, and I'm learning to deal with not having my pile of things within reach.
However- Heather is slowly modifying other bad cleaning behaviors of mine. I'm picking up after myself a lot more in the more common areas of the house. I'm trying to pick up or straighten up whenever I leave an area. My big one is that I'm rinsing my dishes and cooking things off after I've used them and wipe down the counter after cooking. BIG THING FOR ME. Slowly but surely, she is changing me into a neatnik. Oooh, strange.
* I am a hoarder. It's a psychiatric condition that prevents you from throwing things away. Mine's due to trauma I endured in childhood, and the example my parents (both hoarders) set. The pile of stuff that ends up accumulating by my bed usually takes me a month or more to make and a month or more to actually get around to cleaning. Let's put it this way - when I was done, I had an entire basket of laundry, a pile of books, textbooks, and notebooks, and five kitchen-size bags worth of trash. Heather, the neat-freak (which isn't a bad thing), was FREAKING OUT about the mess. She's been bugging me to clean it since before Christmas. I finally got the emotional whatever I needed to do it. She's much more happy, and I'm learning to deal with not having my pile of things within reach.
However- Heather is slowly modifying other bad cleaning behaviors of mine. I'm picking up after myself a lot more in the more common areas of the house. I'm trying to pick up or straighten up whenever I leave an area. My big one is that I'm rinsing my dishes and cooking things off after I've used them and wipe down the counter after cooking. BIG THING FOR ME. Slowly but surely, she is changing me into a neatnik. Oooh, strange.