Lately I’ve let too much around the house slide. It was frustrating me to no end so I decided to get my fanny in gear and get things done. As of Sunday morning last night’s dishes were still everywhere. The sink, island and counter are all covered in them. The living room desperately needs to be vacuumed and dusted. My recipes are scattered all over my desk and most aren’t neatly put away in their little plastic page protectors. But as I sat here thinking about what I needed to do I realized what I did accomplish over the weekend.
Sometimes I think I should still be able to do as much in a day as I did when I was in my 30’s. At the farm I had livestock (sheep, horses, rabbits, and chickens), the huge vegetable garden, and two young boys to care for every day. I hauled bales of hay, 50 lb. sacks of feed, water buckets, and baskets of produce. The barn was at the very top of the hill and some distance from the house and the garden was at the bottom of a steep hill on the property. Yet I did everything I needed to do and still had energy for housework in the large farmhouse.
I have to remind myself that I’m nearly 30 years older and have chronic conditions that limit my ability to do physical things. And I also have to remind myself that I actually do accomplish a lot all things considered. So I sat down to think over the weekend.
Every morning I wake up before Mr. Comfortable. Since I can’t get out of bed for 30 – 60 minutes after waking I drink a cup of coffee and think about the day. I make a cup of coffee the night before and leave it on the nightstand. I’ve gotten so I actually have trouble drinking hot coffee!
Once I can move I take the dogs out. This is normally at least a twenty minute chore since, being dogs they have to sniff where every critter that passed through the night before walked. It involves piddling on every other blade of grass and searching for the perfect place to poop. This puzzles me since each dog always goes to his particular spot to do his business so all the searching seems like a waste of time to me. Then again, not being a dog I am probably missing some important factor in the search.
When the dogs are back inside I go rinse down the ducks’ tub. I can’t even bring myself to call it my tub any longer. Once the tub is clean I change their water and feed them. I try to ignore the flurry of duck down they shake all over in their excitement to see me.
Then I pull out anything from the freezer I need to make dinner. I make any marinades or spice mixes I’ll use. If I’m going to be making something that needs a couple of days to thaw I’ll pull that out so it’s ready on the night I’m cooking it.
I check the blog and try to read as many posts as possible on the blogs I follow. I respond to comments on my blog. Then I check my post calendar and often work on pictures for upcoming posts.
And this weekend, in addition to the normal things I have been doing I got a lot of other things done. Pete came over and helped me organize my chest freezer. I keep a lot of flour and bread in it and I also discovered some things had fallen down to the bottom. We discovered chicken thighs that will provide Mr. C and me with several meals. We also found two, not terribly old whole chickens! I got a handle on what’s left of my freezer meals and how much fruit I have frozen from last summer.
That night I had trouble sleeping. The thing we spoonies call “painsomnia” raised its ugly head. But I still got some sleep and, although I didn’t do too much that day I clean the refrigerator. In the evening, after dinner, I managed to file some of the recipes in their protective sheets. I hate typing a recipe then getting it all messy while I cook. With the page protectors I just wipe off any spills.
I got the kitchen cleaned and that felt just terrific, at least emotionally. After working on the freezer with Pete the physical part of cleaning caused more pain than usual. But the before and after made the pain worth it!
So I did something I rarely do. Mr. C asked if I wanted him to take over the dishes and I said no. I asked him to vacuum which is much harder on me. Most days I’d let him do the dishes and I’d vacuum but I remembered that I don’t have to always take on the hard things myself. And Remy had decided to roll around and scratch himself vigorously in the living room so there was a ton of hair everywhere!
There’s still a lot to do to get completely caught up but I am happy with what we accomplished over the weekend! Having things clean and straightened always make me feel good. And I’m not going to let things get so out of hand again! I hope.