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Post by Rennie Ellen on Dec 3, 2008 12:23:32 GMT -5
Today I'm back at work trying to get my home in order. Being sick is the pits.
When I came home Monday, I saw how messy my bathroom was. The toilet seat booster was all crapped and vomited on all over. Angel's litterbox needed cleaning out. The bathroom rugs had cat hair and kitty litter all over and needed washing. However, the vanity was in good shape, except for a little cat hair in the sink (Angel sleeps in the sink). This was where Angel stayed while I was in the hospital. My friend would come over every day and let her out while she refilled the food and water dishes so she could do her "run around the house and scratch" thing. But she stayed in the bathroom because there are no electrical wires for her to chew on. She spends time in there anyway even when I'm home. (She's quirky.) So I'm comfortable with her being in there when I'm gone. But it was a mess.
Then I saw the kitchen....which wasn't too bad. It just needed dishes washed and put away and the floor swept. The coffee maker unfortunately had a little bit of leftover coffee and after a week in the hospital, had mold growing in it. YUCK!
The living room had unfolded laundry on my little couch and papers needing to be sorted through. Now I have more laundry to do.
And there's my bedroom -- "The Black Hole Of Doom." It makes me cry to think about it. I can't do this on my own. It hurts to admit that. I feel like a freaking helpless blob that I can't organize it by myself.
Even though I was doing my doggonedest to maintain, I was still having trouble keeping up.
So today I worked on the kitchen, since it wasn't so messed up. I washed the dishes and will put them away after they air-dry in the drainer. For supper I'm making myself the Thanksgiving dinner I would have had last week if I hadn't been in the hospital: roast chicken, cornbread stuffing, new potatoes and green beans in rosemary sauce. Then I can wash dishes again and, except for putting the dishes away, I'll be finished with the kitchen.
I'm also doing laundry today. I'll fold and put them away tomorrow. On Friday I plan to work on the bathroom since it involves the monthly dumping out the old litter, washing and drying the litterbox and adding new litter.
I called the church ladies last night for help with my bedroom. The pastor's wife has to bow out because she's severely allergic to cats (she worked valiantly last time, wearing a surgical mask, but the allergies got to her) but says she'll get someone to take her place who isn't allergic.
So I'm back to plugging away slowly....which is something we all can do. Moving forward slowly is STILL moving forward.
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Post by gottaproblem on Dec 3, 2008 12:37:44 GMT -5
 I find it amazing that you have done all of the things you have. I probably would have looked around and gone to bed.  Congratulations on getting the kitchen where it is and calling the church ladies to help. (I know that isn't easy) Wow, tonight you are treating yourself right with that nice dinner. It makes me hungry just hearing about it.  
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Post by messymimi on Dec 3, 2008 13:28:48 GMT -5
Focus only on what you can do. Take it slow and easy.
Making yourself a special meal is a great idea, you deserve that.
You are in my prayers daily.
messymimi
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Post by Blackswan on Dec 3, 2008 19:27:41 GMT -5
" I feel like a freaking helpless blob that I can't organize it by myself". Maybe nobody can organize it? Maybe stuff needs to be let go? You will get this done! It was so brave of you to ask for help. I am sure they will be happy to help you, especially since you just got out of the bedroom. Picture a fluffy bed, with fancy pillows (maybe) and a nice clean floor, and everything smelling nice and fresh! It's gonna be so nice! |
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Post by Blackswan on Dec 3, 2008 19:28:23 GMT -5
Ha Ha, I meant out of the HOSPITAL! What a funny slip up!
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Post by Rennie Ellen on Dec 3, 2008 21:24:53 GMT -5
Blackswan," I feel like a freaking helpless blob that I can't organize it by myself". Maybe nobody can organize it? Maybe stuff needs to be let go?
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