It’s after 8 p.m. and I haven’t posted yet today. I had big plans to put up my review/giveaway of the Oreck Steam Mop.
At this point, I don’t know that that will happen until tomorrow.
And . . . I broke my mug.
Actually, it’s hubby’s Elvis mug that he received as a gift a few years ago, but I’m the one who drinks out of it every single day. It’s the perfect size, the perfect weight, and the lip curves perfectly.
Just like Elvis . . .
I know things break and that when all is said and done, it is just a thing.
But this thing represents a big accomplishment for me in my deslobification process. I didn’t realize how much I loved this mug until I started doing the dishes every single night. Pre-blog, I never grew attached to any one mug because the dishes were done so randomly that I had to be satisfied with whatever was clean.
Or easiest to clean.
It was only after this mug was clean every morning that I realized my love for it. I could choose from any of our all-clean-at-the-same-time mugs, but gravitated toward this one every day.
I’ll miss it.
I totally get that! I’ve not come clean, yet. BUT I have kids who do dishes, and yes, I have favorite mugs And yes, I get sad when one breaks! Hopefully tomorrow is better!
Nony, as a “recovering” hoarder, I don’t think the connection was to the cup, so much as it was to what the cup represents… Your progress in re-defining your slob brain, a completed project that you can visualize every single morning….. (and maybe a secret thing for Elvis, lol)
by the way, have you heard of Chronic Disorganization? It would me my true diagnosis, but most people understand hoarding better. ( I suffer from Fibro, Arthritis, and Chronic Pain, which contributes to my “issues…) lol http://www.help-organize-life.com/chronic-disorganization.html http://www.nsgcd.org/resources/factsheets.php http://metropolitanorganizing.com/managing-modern-life/professional-organizer-training/knowing-the-difference-hoarding-vs-chronic-disorganization/
Momma, said there’d be days like this…
Sorry about your favorite mug. a couple of weeks ago, I noticed my favorite mug has a hairline crack up at the top of the handle. And everyone knows, once a crack starts – it can’t be stopped. At first I panicked. Then I hugged it tight and decided to choose to just enjoy it for as long as I still have it with me…
Again, my sincere condolences.
I’m sorry, too. I have had the same mug for almost 25 years….I can’t imagine how lost I’d feel in the mornings without it.
I cried and cried in an most-certainly non-adult and very weird way when my favorite most beautiful purple eggplant spoonrest was broken. I glued it, but it just wasn’t the same, so I put it in my herb garden where I can still somewhat enjoy it. It was silly how upset I was.
So sorry to hear about your mug. I’ll have to agree with Ann that this mug represented huge self-improvements. I look forward to the day I can have the same accomplishments!
Oh my gosh, I’d be so sad if my favorite mug broke. I’ve used it whenever I’m sick for 20+ years. My sister made it in high school and I love it so much that my mom gave it to me when I moved out.