Doing Dishes Daily

Huh, doing dishes daily is a real thing!   Who knew???   (Well for starters, Granny, Mama, Kristen C., Nicole….. and every other cleanie in the world.)   And I must confess, deep in my slobbiest of hearts, I knew it too. 

broken heart

 

(Does this look like the slobbiest of hearts?????)

 

 I just spent the last 4 decades pretending I didn’t.   My Mama raised me right, I just chose to let my slob side over rule my training.    Now, I’m shaking my head at myself.   How many, many, MANY hours of forced torture did I put myself and my family through, to panic clean before a party, company, etc????   So many that it was probably literally YEARS of our lives.

purple surprised face

courtesy of pixaby.   Thanks Judy for letting me steal him!

 

Sometimes, it wasn’t a conscious choice, due to my thyroid and depression issues.    But, to be truthful, other times, it WAS a deliberate choice, cuz I just didn’t feel like it.    But, guess what?   Grown ups have to do what’s needed, whether they want to or not.   (Which I also really knew deep down, but pretended I didn’t.   It’s so exhausting to keep denying reality!!)    Now, I’m finally on the path to applying that (consistently) to my home.

So, back to doing the dishes daily.   Everyone *cough*Mama*cough, told me it’s so much easier if ya just go ahead and DO them!!!   And, when I did, I discovered, BY Golly, they’re right!!!    Doncha just hate when that happens????   ME too.

So, today, after I ate breakfast, I put my dishes in the sink.  

dirty dishes in sink

Not today’s dishes. I’m totally recycling this pic from January.    Shhhhhhhh!

 

 

And STARTED to walk away. Then, I paused and thought “DIN DIN, (do it now) you’ll be glad later.”   So, I did.   Later today, when I go to eat lunch, I’m gonna see my empty sink, and smile.   Yes, indeed, I’ll be glad I did the dishes this day.

Agoraphobia Agony

Now, I’m not agoraphobic.   Thank God!   It’s nice to know there’s at least ONE disease I don’t have!   I have 99 problems, but that ain’t one of ’em.

But, I can and do sympathize, and empathize with how hard it must be for someone who suffers from that.   Or another serious medical condition.

Even with as simple as my medical needs are, sometimes it’s.just.too.hard.to.leave.the.house.

Since I was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease, I always have my water bottle at my finger tips.   The other day, I forgot it, and I almost had a full blown panic attack!    Water is essential to maintaining my health.    (And yours too!)

my hand holding purple water bottle

There’s those giant man hands again!

(Note the purple initial Tervis, thanks Sweet Friend!!)

 

But, then of course that leads to the inevitable consequence, the constant need for potty breaks.   And that leads to the need for a tall potty, so I don’t hurt my knees.  

handicapped potty chair

Ooohh, love the handles!!

 

And a handicapped stall, so my fat butt doesn’t get stuck.   Seriously, it’s a concern.    One time, the stall door was literally so small, I could not go in.    Nightmare, anyone???  (BTW, I never went back to that restaurant.)   AND, my PTTPLSD  (Post-Traumatic-Toilet-Paper-Lessness-Stress Disorder)- What if they’re OUT????   {shudder}    Oh, the horror!!

So, some days, it’s just not worth all that hassle.

Not to mention, having to TAKE a SHOWER, and, FIND clean clothes!   OY VEY!   (Both of which require intensive amounts of positive self-talk to work up the umph to actually do.)

Found the perfect meme for this!

fat cat on bed trying to gather energy

Me- every day

 

So, if you’re ever in the neighborhood, and wonder why no one sees me for days at a time, I’ll be chained to the water fountain by my hands, and the other end will be chained to you-know-where.

Nony Need

I’ve talked about Nony, (Dana White) and my love

beating heart

LOVE!

for her several times.  I even wrote a post, (or 2, maybe 3?) about her and how she’s inspired and helped me.

So, after writing  Reminiscing, I told her.

Your comment on the post Stopping in the Middle of a Whole House Decluttering Project has a new reply

Here is your comment:

I wrote about you on my blog today.
https://purpleslobinrecovery.wordpress.com/2016/01/28/reminiscing-rememberances/
You are seriously why people can now come to my door pretty much any time, and be able to find a place to sit! And use the facilities without me screaming: NO! Don’t go in there!
Finding you saved my life, homemaking wise.
I can never thank you enough.

Melinda —— 2016-01-28 19:55:39

ugly green iron chair

Ugly green, but it’s a place to sit!

(And it’s empty, available to actually sit in!!!!)
Here is her answer:
Oh Melinda! Thank you so much for sharing this. You have been through so much and come so far!

Dana White —— 2016-01-28 21:15:16

 

See why I love her??   She is a sweet, truly Christian woman, who gives herself to serve others.   We need more Nonys in this world!!

Venerable Veterans

To all who served, and are serving, in the military: THANK YOU!!   I’m proud to support our troops!  Proud to be an American!!

proud to be American

(I inserted my shadow so you’d know WHO is proud!  All 3 flag, and America pix are mine, from my home.  I can’t claim the pumpkin.  I found it on Facebook.)

We appreciate your sacrifices, protecting not only our country, but democracy around the world.

To veterans, I will add policemen, firemen, EMTs, Paramedics, and First Responders.  Thank you for your sacrifices to keep us safe.

American flad flying

     MY flag!!

America spelled out

All gave some, some gave all.

some gave all pumpkin

Pray for our troops.  And do all you can to support them.  They need us!  And we need them!

Mailbox mistakes

My mailbox is now purple! Yay!

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And I didn’t have to go out into the heat, and do it! Double yay!!

Then I decided I needed to do something for myself.  So, I made up my mind to put on the letters.

I did it myself! The letters, that is.

I did it myself! The letters, that is.

Yes, there are

mistakes,

but I did it myself!  (anyone remember those Shake and Bake commercials? and that adorable little girl?)

So they're not exactly even, pppffffftt

So they’re not exactly even, pppffffftt

So there's gaps, pppffftt

So there’s gaps, pppffftt

I’m

not perfect.  Deal. Get over it.  I have!

It’s purple, it’s labeled, it’s mine.

It keeps mail dry.

We’re all good here!

waiting on wednesday

Monday Madness party

First Day

I’ve been reading Nony, from A Slob Comes Clean, for about a month now. She has motivated me to get my butt in gear. Sunday night, Monday morning!, I bought her 2 e-book set. Drowning in Clutter, Drain the Ocean, and 28 Days to Hope in Your Home. Of course, being me, I read them immediately.  Then, I got up and emptied the dw.  DH was so excited when he opened it Mon. morning and saw it empty.  Then I got really CRAY-CRAY, and while he took the grand baby, Pudding Pop, for her morning walk, I swept and mopped the living room. My back hurt, and I was huffing, and puffing. Yes, and sweating too.

parents walking baby stroller

This is from Juming museum.

 

But, it only took me approximately 10 minutes, start to finish, including moving the toys. Then I sat down, and basked in the glow of a job well down. And basked all day! And posted about it copiously on FB. and private messaged everyone who didn’t comment on my post. I’m so needy for approval. Then I decided to start this blog, to look back on my accomplishments, and brag on myself!

Actually, I’ve been working on cleaning up for longer than just 1 day.  After I got out of Physical Therapy Rehab, June 5, I started getting the itch to have a house that was nice. Not pristine, magazine level, no one can touch anything, just nice.  So, I began going thru boxes, and getting rid of stuff. It felt good to see those 3 boxes of donations, 1 box for consignment, and 13 gallons of trash leave out the door!  We straightened up the living room, and began having people over, well, family.  Then I even had the nerve to have Pudding Pop’s first birthday party here! Everything looked really good. 

I have sewn 1 curtain for the living room, now I need to do 1 more. And wait for DH to put up the rods.

If I continue to help with the dishes, and sweep and mop every day, he’ll soon be putty in my hands!