I've been thinking a lot lately about how some things seem to come so easy for most of the world, and yet are so difficult for me. I'm not talking special skills here, either; I'm talking things as basic as keeping up on the housework. I suck at that. My dad's always lecturing me about if I just spend thirty minutes a day on it, I'll keep on top of it--but the problem tends to be getting on top of it in the first place. And another problem is that I tend to fall in to an all or nothing mindset--if I don't have time to finish cleaning and sorting the entire house, why start? I'll just have to do it over, right? So why start?
Don't get me wrong; it's not like I live in a shit-smeared hovel with gravel on the floor. But I haven't vacuumed in about a week; there's laundry all over my room; there are spots on my stovetop; and I have three bags of trash I put outside the back door because I was too lazy to walk them another twenty yards to the dumpster in the cold.
Sometimes this doesn't bother me. Other times, I feel like I suck at life. This is one of those times. And I don't want to suck at life.
Nobody can be a failure in life if their cats and dog love them. ^_^ It's an unwritten rule of animal loyalty.
I'm the same... it's so much easier to come in from work and sit with a cup of tea or a white russian watching the news, rather than get the hoover & duster out. And then all of a sudden I explode at the mess of the place and become a whirling dirvish of activity and clean like a mad bastard. 30 minutes a day would be good, but those cocktails aren't gonna make and drink themselves are they? You don't suck at life, you suck at house work, and really, there are worse things to suck at. Trust me.