Cleaning Spaces
I'm a firm believer in the philosophy that a tidy house signals a tidy mind. It's no wonder that whenever I'm a total stress-bucket, one of my major coping devices is to reorganize my closet. And color code it. Weird? Maybe. But it makes a difference. I feel as though if I can get that part of my life under control, other things will fall into place. Alternately, I am more comfortable knowing there are things I cannot control when I have gone ahead and dealt with the things I can.
This mentality is partially to blame for the fact that I'm still going batty over the fact that D and I have not succeeded in getting the flat organized. It's more done than not, but his toolbox is still out in the living room along with some duffel bags we bought to go to Australia and other miscellaneous junk that does not belong, the loft is a total disaster / junk room, and the bedroom looks more like a laundromat with a bed then an actual bedroom. The situation is becoming untenable.
Last night, I actually got out of work at a decent time, but due to some difficult news during the day, I really wasn't feeling up to doing anything. Don't worry, everyone is healthy, it's just another piece of an on-going situation that has the potential to do my head in at times. Instead of crying it out or pitching a fit or whatever, I parked it on the couch and let my mind wander, soothed by taped episodes of two mightily enjoyable Australian soap operas that D has gotten me hooked on (Home and Away and Neighbours, for those of you in the know).
This morning, however, something had to be done. I debated pulling a sickie, but my conscience wouldn't let me. I know doing that, karma will come and get me and do something horrid like make me miss my flight to LA or Australia in a few weeks. Instead, I decided to skip my morning workout session and spend an hour and half tidying. I got the bedroom and bathroom done and put on a load of laundry. Tonight, I will go to the gym after work. Depending on how my workload looks for tomorrow, I may try to do the same thing. If I could get the kitchen and living room done tomorrow morning, that just leaves the loft. It will be more of a project, but I can probably get it done Thursday morning and night. Then, everything will be done when D gets back from Scotland on Friday. I'll be happy, he'll be happy and all will be well in my head. But don't worry, I'll still make it to the gym at least 5 times this week. It just may not be in the morning every day.
Also, I tried on my bikini this morning to see how I'm progressing. I think it's maybe starting to be on the verge of acceptable, but need some feedback. I tried to take a picture to post here, but (fortunately or not) the camera battery is dead, so that will have to wait until tomorrow.



