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

[pasley.livejournal.com]

Hear hear.

I beat myself up over the mess around here, and it's tough being home most of the day and still not having enough time---or a free arm---to clean it all. If Tallis and Devon are alive and well and happy, and if dinner is made (or nearly made) by the time Jeff gets home, then I must consider it a productive day.

[mousme.livejournal.com]

I don't know how you manage with two small people dependent on you all day long (or at least one, when Devon is at school). I am in awe of all my friends with children, because you all seem to be capable of keeping your homes cleaner than mine. :)

[pasley.livejournal.com]

Um . . . the main reason why I hardly ever have friends (such as yourself) over to visit is because the place is usually such an ungodly mess. I truly doubt that it's cleaner than your place.