Happy Friday y'all.
It doesn't really feel like a Friday at all since this is my first day back at the office after staycation....mwahahah.
I got a bunch of stuff done around the house but didn't get all the ginourmous shite done because there is just not enough hours in the day to accommodate the list and my growing addiction to Facebooks "Zuma Blitz"....yes..it's a sad sorry life I lead.
I have however decided to embrace Miss Jere Lee's concept " It's not perfect, but it's better." Now on the surface that seems rather stupid, even to me until you realize that my frequent remark " Spending Quality Time With My OCD" is really not a joke.
I have always been this way.
Things have to be just so.
SU gets it and generally doesn't argue with me about it until I take it to the point of overworking the bad back that I am blessed with to the point of spasms.
I might not be able to walk but by GAWD the house is clean.
Yes indeed.
A part of this is due to the fact that I grew up in a military family. Make no mistake about it, I am proud to the extreme of that , but it takes the phrase " Inspection" to a whole other level. My parents entertained a lot and as soon as we could manage the Kirby or reach the sink we did.
My first husband also grew up as an officers child and so it was normal for things to be "just so". As that marriage crashed and burned, my control of my environment was my feeble attempt at survival, literally.
A plane ticket later and a new life led to my rebellious phase...messy Bessy.
That soon ended.
I've gotten better about it all, age tends to do that and now I at least have a reasonable ratio for days off vs chores.
My world will not end of the carpets didn't get cleaned..the house is tidy, laundry for the most part is done and the new plants are in...that will be another post though.
Friday nights are my nights off..I will enjoy the garden with a beverage as we all pray for rain....the carpets will still be there and will get done though perhaps one room at a time is the way to go.
Learning to relax is a bitch but I'm working on it, control freaks never die, we just make new lists to tackle.
Have a great weekend.
Ciao,
Aunty Pol
1 comment:
I suffer from the paralysis of perfectionism. See, if you can't do a job right, why do it at all? Or as it is otherwise known... "I'll have time to do it properly this coming weekend."
Riiiiight. *sigh*
And I know it's that, not just the lazies 'cause when I do get on something I work myself to the point of exhaustion and sit back and say (croak, gasp and wheeze), "Damn, I'm good."
Balance, wherefore art thou??? Do I get to achieve this (aka, grow up) any time before death????
Glad you had a good staycation, hon!
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