In the past week I have washed pretty much every dish I think anyone in the house has used in the last freakin' year. At the moment I have maybe... six dishes still up in the air and two of those are the crock pot and its lid, which I didn't even realize was dirty until I peeked in it yesterday. o_O I don't remember the last time anyone used it! I'm guessing it was a meal I didn't partake in for whatever reason but still. So it's doing the heat and clean itself kind of thing. Hopefully it'll work.
I'm so tired of cleaning but every time I find myself with more than ten minutes of downtime, I gravitate towards finding something to clean or mess with. I clean instead of grieve. I thought when this happened with Dad it was because I was worried people would appear at the house and be horrified. Yeah, nope. It's how I process grief, or work around it or something. At least it's useful.
But I also bitch. ( The boy and the mop. )
Annnnnnnnd now I'm exhausted. This whole sleeping for four hours, max, thing has to stop. I'm not good with it. But I can't sleep yet because I must wait out the crock pot since we're in the cool down portion.
On the plus side, for maybe the next couple of hours parts of the house look amazing
. Seriously, the kitchen is glorious and so is the front hall. I'm more proud of the kitchen because the hall is because I cheated and hid the books Mom and I got from the boy's ex when they wouldn't accept "no, really, we shouldn't, we don't have the room." Gotta find room for them on an actual shelf orrrrrrrr give them away. After reading, obviously.
Back I go to sorting old mail, I believe. Thrills and chills!
Wait! It's officially summer so that means the Summer Mini Challenge
is up and running! If you write or want to write at all
, I highly recommend this. I'm eying at least one of the tables and I just looked at the post like thirty seconds ago. Yup, when I'm not falling asleep where I sit, I'm signing up.