I am a control freak, and one of the areas of my life I like to control is my house. I want my house to be clean and clutter free. I am the opposite of those people you see on hoarders, I probably throw too much stuff away, because I really don’t like “stuff.” This is one of the things I’ve really had to let go of since all my health problems began. I am only one unhealthy person, and I have three very much healthy people who make messes every second of the day (I mostly direct this to those in my house below the age of five. However, my husband is by no means a clean person, he does try though). I have learned through all this that sometimes you have to let the dust collect and sometimes my floors are not sparkling clean, and a lot of the time there are toys in the living room.
And for the most part, I accept this. But every once in a while the control freak in me snaps and has to clean as much of the house as fast as possible. I did this yesterday and because Jackson was sick, I was able to spend hours scrubbing. I’m definitely paying for the hours I spent down on all fours cleaning the baseboards, the fibro has kicked in full gear. Now that the logical part of me has regained control, I wonder what in the world possessed me to direct my energy towards to baseboards. Really, would it have killed me to leave them dusty?
Does anyone else have this problem?
I need to learn to actually stick to a cleaning schedule and to use my bursts of energy more wisely.