Let me start out this post by reminding you all that I am ADHD. For those of you just now coming on board, I'll explain that I was ADHD before it was cool, waaaaaaay back in the 70's. Its been an interesting, and sometimes not-so-fun thing to live with, but I (mostly) manage. OK, I sometimes manage. Sometimes, I just slide through and pretend not to notice, and hope that no one else does, either.
I've been living in the "new" house since September 2013. And, there's just a lot of stuff that I haven't done yet - like unpacking. That's not to say that I haven't unpacked ANYthing, because I have. Just some things, well .... because you know, they are in the bedroom, and no one would possibly see that there are things that aren't unpacked in the bedroom, right? But recently, those several boxes of unpacked, do-I-keep-them-or-not clothes have gotten scattered all over, and then thrown back into the boxes, and became a monstrous pile of disaster-waiting-to-happen in the corner of the bedroom, just inside the door. Right in front of the closet, which was blissfully empty, because, you know, there were huge boxes of clothes stacked in front of it.
"Today is the day," I told myself when I got up, as I sat bleary-eyed over my first glass of Dr Pepper of the day. "I am going to tackle those boxes." I think Loki and Achilles laughed at me a little bit. I think part of my brain laughed a little, too, but I silenced them all with my grim determination, and two glasses of Dr Pepper later, I was ready. I remembered my Grandmother's words when she was trying to help my Mom encourage me to clean my room one afternoon. "Start small." So I grabbed the smallest box, and dragged it into the living room, sat down on the floor, and Loki and I went to work. He was helping, you know, making sure those clothes that I folded into neat piles weren't going anywhere, by laying on them. Its amazing how many piles of clothing one small dog can lay across at the same time. Just sayin'. Master was up by this time, and listening to the news, so I had the added incentive of listening to the Liberals talking about budgetary things and "Getting the house in order" - not that I really care for the Liberal party, but I clean better when I am angry. Clothes were flying, let me tell you.
After I managed to remove Loki from the piles of folded laundry from the first box, I politely excused myself from Skype and Master for a few moments to put them away. Next, I threw the dirty laundry into the washer, and tossed the throw away stuff into the now-empty box for the dumpster, later. Here's where things started to get interesting. Remember that whole ADHD thing? Well, on the way to putting the dirty clothes in the washer, my brain decided to inform me that the laundry room really could use a good cleaning as well. That floor was just begging to be swept and mopped, and oh my gosh, when was the last time the area around the holes where the detergent and bleach go, was wiped down?
Cue Grandma. "One thing at a time." I listen to Grandma because I love her, and she makes a lot of sense. So, I ignored my brain and the floor and the detergent and bleach holes, dumped the laundry in, and closed the lid. Yes, I started the machine. :P I even took the socks out of the dryer that had been in there for .. oh ... a week. Deposited them right into the sock drawer, yes I did.
Several boxes later, I can now get into my closet, and the walkway through the bedroom to the bathroom is clear! Oh, except for that little pile of whites that needs bleached.
To "normal" people, this might not seem like much. Maybe a few hours. But for me, I am proud that I got it all done. HA! Take that, Liberal party! I am getting my house in order, thank you very much! But ... I could use some help with my budget. Heh.
~R
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