Years ago when I worked in a real estate company, if a salesman
needed his secretary, he might send another secretary into the ladies’ room to
get her. We would joke (sort of) that we
couldn’t even go the bathroom in peace.
(We put it more graphically.)
I thought of this today, as I was in the bathroom enjoying
the go and I noticed that the shower curtain really needed cleaning. A house
gives you less peace than a boss. I went down
to the basement to put in a load of wash and saw that the cats had tracked
litter all over. After I cleaned it up,
I decided I might as well change the litter. I used the last litter box liner, so I wrote a note to pick up some more at K-Mart (the only store that has the kind that fit the litter box) and then started thinking of everything else I needed to pick up.
If I go to do one bit of housework, I always find something
else that needs to be done. One thing leads to another until my head starts
spinning. If I don’t take care of them,
I feel guilty. If I do, I get behind in
my to do list and feel guilty about that.
Since the children
are grown and out of the house, I can’t blame them for any disorder or ask them
to take care of it. (The last is a joke,
as I’m sure you know.) Of course I can
always blame my husband, but it’s not worth the effort to bring it up.
By the way, I am not obsessive-compulsive or even a
neatnik. I consider myself laid
back. A neatnik might not put it so
gently.
As a Christian (or just as a thinking person) I realize that
I am very lucky to have an indoor bathroom with a shower, a washer and drier,
two cats, and everything else. If I need
to remind myself, I can always go camping, since I am lucky enough to be able
to afford camping gear and a car to get me to the woods.
So I will thank God that I have enough stuff to drive me
nuts.
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