Another reason to establish a regular cleaning routine

[mousme]

I am stressed out of my mind. I don't know why the fact that this place is untidy causes me these levels of stress, except perhaps because I was indoctrinated young by my mother that no one should be allowed inside a home unless it's spotless.

Spotless it ain't, and won't be when I leave on Saturday. It may be vaguely presentable by that time, but it still causes me undue stress.

I have no time tomorrow to clean. I have to be up at the crack of dawn to be at an event for the RCMP (safety awareness for kids), at which I'll be volunteering all morning, following which I'll be at work all evening (and missing an anniversary party *and* the Invisible gig) until 22:30.

I have to be out of here by noon on Saturday.

I am going out of my mind. In theory, I don't know if I'm making more out of the current mess than it really is (it's a habit), but I'm still freaking out about it. Of course, the more I freak out, the more I procrastinate. Hence the LJ entry.

Gah.

This is the very last part of my life that I don't have under control. It's on my list of 101 Things, so I plan to have it licked by the end of this calendar year (establish routines, stick to them until they become second nature).

I don't understand how I can be lacking in this fundamental skill. I really don't. It's not like it's rocket science.

Comments

[bodhifox.livejournal.com]

It's not that you lack the skill. It because when you live alone, why bother? There's so much more that demands your energy and you don't have to please anyone else. We pick up after two kids all day. Think this place is spotless? The only friends we have with a spotless house are the ones where they employ a maid.

[mousme.livejournal.com]

I need to bother so I can have people over without stressing, it seems. I *like* seeing people, but not when the place is filthy.

Also, it stresses me out less when the place is clean. I don't know why I do this to myself.

*sigh*