Here's the deal: As said in a previous blog, I've been sick for nearly a month. Prior to that I injured my back. So...we're talking 2 months out of commission, right?
As darling as my husband is, he is not one for cleaning up. Especially his own messes. And he is the king of making messes.
So...2 months of no cleaning has turned my entire apartment into a sty. Seriously. There are boxes and various mail and dishes and clothing and paper and hay and shredded paper towels (thank you Gabriel) strewn about. In every room. Including the bathroom. You can barely see the floor. In every room.
My art has suffered for it (I can't do any artwork unless everything is clean and when everything is clean, I don't feel overwhelmed and I don't have to "think"...you know..no distractions) but MORE importantly, my animals have suffered for it.
I haven't gone to bed yet (again). I got a piece of coroplast last Tuesday and it's been sitting here...on top of clothes and books...leaning against the dining table (the cats turned it into a slide...seriously) I FINALLY got the motivation to get it ready for the redesigned cage. Thankfully the thread I posted about measurements got a lot of very intelligent replies, therefore I didn't have to put much thought into it.
So...that is ready. Now...I'm starting to feel tired. I want to put the pigs in their play room so I can redo the cage, put the coro in, new fleece and add the pigs. Saying it, it doesn't seem like a lot of work. But it is. Or maybe I'm making it out to be a lot of work. I don't know.
I'm tired. I don't know if I have the energy to do all of this. My worry is I'll start it and then crash and do a "half-bunsed" job on it (go me for not swearing!! ).
I want it to be PERFECT! And I don't know if I can do it.
I'm so miserable. I HATE living in a mess and that's what it's been like these past couple months. I hate it.
Some would say "If you hate it, why don't you do something about it"...and to that I would say it's very true and I should do something about it...like a "duh, slap-on-the-forehead" moment. But then I run into issues. You see, anytime I move, my mouth starts to water and my throat tightens, preparing for projectile vomiting. I DO have pills for nausea, but they wear off after about an hour or two. During the time that the pills DO work, I run into, yet, another problem. A severe burn in my chest up to my throat.
Basically, I am a HUGE mess. I feel like the worst animal mommy in the world. I feel like I've been neglecting them. The piggies thank me with wheeks and popcorning when I go over to the cage and the cats will entertain me with their spats and falling asleep in silly positions, but even though they show me love and let me know that they know I love them, it's just not enough.
This may sound weird, but I am a firm believer that animals can easily pick up on emotions. When I'm severely depressed and/or crying in a pitch black bathroom, they'll claw at the door until I open it, and sit there with me...nudging me with their head and offering very soft meows. They'll let me hold them like babies...on their backs, cradled in my arms and allow me to put my face on their soft, furry bellies...purring away. They know that helps.
The pigs are the same way, especially Barney (which is somewhat odd because he worships Jer-as I've said before, Barney is HIS pig, not mine and Jer is HIS parent and not me-and typically doesn't dig me...but if I'm sad, he gives lots and lots of love). If I pick them up to snuggle with me on the couch, Barney will run up to my neck and keep nudging me and offering licks and chattering. Santino does the same..nudging my chin (and offers the occasional kissies on my mouth), but it's different with Barney. It's as if Barney wants to give me a hug, but his little legs are too short to go around me....but he tries.
I will admit that I've never been good at cleaning. I try. I try to be organized and normal. But...it just doesn't happen. I look through the pictures in the photo galleries here and notice that everyone has clean, organized homes. Why can't I do that? It makes me feel inferior (not anyone's fault...just a feeling)...while that feeling isn't alien to me and, frankly, doesn't bother me too, too much I still would like to be like other people. Organized. Vacuum every day. Dust. Do dishes. Etc...
Because of this whole mess, the other day, I noticed the litterbox was filled...FILLED with poops and peeps. Jer can't clean out the litterboxes. When I first hurt my back, he tried, but the entire time he was gagging...like forceful gagging...the kind where you're expecting to see intestines come flying out of the mouth gagging. I felt so bad for him, but so touched that he was making an effort (it was better than when I was in the second mental hospital and he thought just dumping new litter over the poops and peeps would suffice...when I came back home...sweet cheeses!!!...it was like he poured cement in the litterboxes...trying to clean it, I busted the handle on my scoop and had to use a kitchen utensil...which was promptly disposed of afterward...).
And this is what bothers me. I LET the litterboxes get that bad. I shouldn't do that. That is irresponsible and poor animal care, in my opinion. Regardless of how sick I am or how injured, my babies rely on me to take care of them. While I'm aware that they know I'm not doing well, that doesn't excuse my neglect. I will say that it would really be helpful if Jer was able to help out with that kind of stuff...or even cleaning in general.
Speaking of THAT, another thing I despise about myself is that he has a job and I don't have a "regular" job. Since he works, I should be the one that takes care of the apartment. Cleaning and all that. The problem: I simply don't know how. And...you know what...that sounds SO immature...to me.
I don't know if any of you have made it this far...I know I kept jumping from topic to topic, problem to problem...but if you have, maybe you could offer advice to me.
I want to know how to clean. I want to know how to organize. I want to know how to NOT get so overwhelmed by stuff like this. I do...I get so overwhelmed with having to clean that I have a panic attack and it never gets done.
Jer and others keep telling me "One area at a time"...but I can't do that. Say I try to clean off the coffee table. Well, I find Icy Hot that needs to go in the bathroom....so I go in the bathroom and discover another mess. So I start on that. I see the bathroom garbage is full, so I stop cleaning and take the garbage into the kitchen. Then I see the stove covered in grease. So I clean that. And it just goes on and on. I don't know how you people do it!!! I mean...like I said, the pics in the gallery...everyone's homes are so clean and refreshing to look at.
I'm so embarrassed about it. I want to take pics of the cage and everything, but there is crap (not literal crap...more like empty boxes and papers and stuff) surrounding it.
When the darling AngieKay came over with her hubby to bring Barney to me, the apartment was disgusting. No room to sit...had to dance around everything to get anywhere. I was so embarrassed. But she's sweet, so she didn't think anything of it.
So that's another example of being overwhelmed. I knew she was coming the day before...so I had that day and the morning and afternoon of the day she arrived to get stuff clean. But I got so overwhelmed with it that I pretty much froze and had NO idea what to do.
So...again...bravo if you're still reading!!! :eye-poppi
How do you people do it? How do you get motivated to get stuff done? Where do I get the energy to get this stuff taken care of?
I just feel SO bad for my animals and feel like I don't deserve them. Maybe once I'm no longer sick, it will be different. But I feel bad that for 2 months, I haven't been giving them the usual spoiling treatment.
I want suggestions, advice, criticisms, anything. Please help.
As darling as my husband is, he is not one for cleaning up. Especially his own messes. And he is the king of making messes.
So...2 months of no cleaning has turned my entire apartment into a sty. Seriously. There are boxes and various mail and dishes and clothing and paper and hay and shredded paper towels (thank you Gabriel) strewn about. In every room. Including the bathroom. You can barely see the floor. In every room.
My art has suffered for it (I can't do any artwork unless everything is clean and when everything is clean, I don't feel overwhelmed and I don't have to "think"...you know..no distractions) but MORE importantly, my animals have suffered for it.
I haven't gone to bed yet (again). I got a piece of coroplast last Tuesday and it's been sitting here...on top of clothes and books...leaning against the dining table (the cats turned it into a slide...seriously) I FINALLY got the motivation to get it ready for the redesigned cage. Thankfully the thread I posted about measurements got a lot of very intelligent replies, therefore I didn't have to put much thought into it.
So...that is ready. Now...I'm starting to feel tired. I want to put the pigs in their play room so I can redo the cage, put the coro in, new fleece and add the pigs. Saying it, it doesn't seem like a lot of work. But it is. Or maybe I'm making it out to be a lot of work. I don't know.
I'm tired. I don't know if I have the energy to do all of this. My worry is I'll start it and then crash and do a "half-bunsed" job on it (go me for not swearing!! ).
I want it to be PERFECT! And I don't know if I can do it.
I'm so miserable. I HATE living in a mess and that's what it's been like these past couple months. I hate it.
Some would say "If you hate it, why don't you do something about it"...and to that I would say it's very true and I should do something about it...like a "duh, slap-on-the-forehead" moment. But then I run into issues. You see, anytime I move, my mouth starts to water and my throat tightens, preparing for projectile vomiting. I DO have pills for nausea, but they wear off after about an hour or two. During the time that the pills DO work, I run into, yet, another problem. A severe burn in my chest up to my throat.
Basically, I am a HUGE mess. I feel like the worst animal mommy in the world. I feel like I've been neglecting them. The piggies thank me with wheeks and popcorning when I go over to the cage and the cats will entertain me with their spats and falling asleep in silly positions, but even though they show me love and let me know that they know I love them, it's just not enough.
This may sound weird, but I am a firm believer that animals can easily pick up on emotions. When I'm severely depressed and/or crying in a pitch black bathroom, they'll claw at the door until I open it, and sit there with me...nudging me with their head and offering very soft meows. They'll let me hold them like babies...on their backs, cradled in my arms and allow me to put my face on their soft, furry bellies...purring away. They know that helps.
The pigs are the same way, especially Barney (which is somewhat odd because he worships Jer-as I've said before, Barney is HIS pig, not mine and Jer is HIS parent and not me-and typically doesn't dig me...but if I'm sad, he gives lots and lots of love). If I pick them up to snuggle with me on the couch, Barney will run up to my neck and keep nudging me and offering licks and chattering. Santino does the same..nudging my chin (and offers the occasional kissies on my mouth), but it's different with Barney. It's as if Barney wants to give me a hug, but his little legs are too short to go around me....but he tries.
I will admit that I've never been good at cleaning. I try. I try to be organized and normal. But...it just doesn't happen. I look through the pictures in the photo galleries here and notice that everyone has clean, organized homes. Why can't I do that? It makes me feel inferior (not anyone's fault...just a feeling)...while that feeling isn't alien to me and, frankly, doesn't bother me too, too much I still would like to be like other people. Organized. Vacuum every day. Dust. Do dishes. Etc...
Because of this whole mess, the other day, I noticed the litterbox was filled...FILLED with poops and peeps. Jer can't clean out the litterboxes. When I first hurt my back, he tried, but the entire time he was gagging...like forceful gagging...the kind where you're expecting to see intestines come flying out of the mouth gagging. I felt so bad for him, but so touched that he was making an effort (it was better than when I was in the second mental hospital and he thought just dumping new litter over the poops and peeps would suffice...when I came back home...sweet cheeses!!!...it was like he poured cement in the litterboxes...trying to clean it, I busted the handle on my scoop and had to use a kitchen utensil...which was promptly disposed of afterward...).
And this is what bothers me. I LET the litterboxes get that bad. I shouldn't do that. That is irresponsible and poor animal care, in my opinion. Regardless of how sick I am or how injured, my babies rely on me to take care of them. While I'm aware that they know I'm not doing well, that doesn't excuse my neglect. I will say that it would really be helpful if Jer was able to help out with that kind of stuff...or even cleaning in general.
Speaking of THAT, another thing I despise about myself is that he has a job and I don't have a "regular" job. Since he works, I should be the one that takes care of the apartment. Cleaning and all that. The problem: I simply don't know how. And...you know what...that sounds SO immature...to me.
I don't know if any of you have made it this far...I know I kept jumping from topic to topic, problem to problem...but if you have, maybe you could offer advice to me.
I want to know how to clean. I want to know how to organize. I want to know how to NOT get so overwhelmed by stuff like this. I do...I get so overwhelmed with having to clean that I have a panic attack and it never gets done.
Jer and others keep telling me "One area at a time"...but I can't do that. Say I try to clean off the coffee table. Well, I find Icy Hot that needs to go in the bathroom....so I go in the bathroom and discover another mess. So I start on that. I see the bathroom garbage is full, so I stop cleaning and take the garbage into the kitchen. Then I see the stove covered in grease. So I clean that. And it just goes on and on. I don't know how you people do it!!! I mean...like I said, the pics in the gallery...everyone's homes are so clean and refreshing to look at.
I'm so embarrassed about it. I want to take pics of the cage and everything, but there is crap (not literal crap...more like empty boxes and papers and stuff) surrounding it.
When the darling AngieKay came over with her hubby to bring Barney to me, the apartment was disgusting. No room to sit...had to dance around everything to get anywhere. I was so embarrassed. But she's sweet, so she didn't think anything of it.
So that's another example of being overwhelmed. I knew she was coming the day before...so I had that day and the morning and afternoon of the day she arrived to get stuff clean. But I got so overwhelmed with it that I pretty much froze and had NO idea what to do.
So...again...bravo if you're still reading!!! :eye-poppi
How do you people do it? How do you get motivated to get stuff done? Where do I get the energy to get this stuff taken care of?
I just feel SO bad for my animals and feel like I don't deserve them. Maybe once I'm no longer sick, it will be different. But I feel bad that for 2 months, I haven't been giving them the usual spoiling treatment.
I want suggestions, advice, criticisms, anything. Please help.