I’ve been feeling overwhelmed for the majority of this year.
This year being . . . . 2011. Which is less than 4 days old.
Anyway, I’m in Haphazard Holiday Recovery Mode. The house was kept in a far-from-perfect-but-livable state for most of the holiday time. But then, yesterday was laundry day, and there was extra laundry because of the previous two random-as-needed-washing-only weeks.
And though the kitchen could have been worse, it could have been muuuucccchhhhh better.
And there were/are Christmas boxes out, ready for the re-filling, and they seem to be everywhere. The middle of the living room, the middle of the dining room, and the middle of the office.
And I was overwhelmed.
Yesterday, I washed and dried all of the clothes, but didn’t fold them all because I felt the urgency to work on the Christmas decor packing.
I ran the dishwasher, but didn’t sweep the kitchen because I kept thinking about that mountain of clothes on the loveseat waiting to be folded.
I was feeling disjointed and random and the things I did didn’t make any visual difference because of the things that I hadn’t done.
And my flabbergastivity was compounded by the time crunch I felt after adding in extra, very important things to my daily routine.
Today, I felt the same way. Bible study, exercise, and focused learning time were over . . . and with the time I had for cleaning, I was certain it would be a repeat of yesterday.
It’s Tuesday. I have to clean the bathrooms. The bathrooms haven’t been cleaned in (at least) two weeks. But I really want to mop them too, which means that I should mop the kitchen first.
So I went into the kitchen and realized that if I was going to mop, I needed to do the daily tasks first. The ones like, you know, CLEAN the kitchen, sweep, and all that.
I took a deep breath and decided that I would do my daily tasks, even if it meant I couldn’t get to my weekly ones like cleaning the bathroom. The kitchen looking like it did was making me miserable and caused me to feel like no matter what I did, my house was a total disaster.
And of course, due to neglect, the daily tasks for the kitchen took longer than if they had been . . . well . . . actual daily tasks.
Once the kitchen was clean, I felt physically and mentally much better. And even the Christmas boxes strewn throughout the rest of the house didn’t seem as daunting. No longer was the whole house a disaster.
Those daily tasks, they’re amazing things.
And it turned out that I did have time to mop the kitchen. And clean the bathrooms.