All Cleaned Up

Do you ever get to that point where a THOUSAND little things need happen around the house??  I was at that point yesterday.

ALL the soap containers were on final squirts.
Toilet paper running low in the bathroom bins.
Tissue boxes with one lonely tissue sticking up.
Junk drawer out of control.
Last of jellies, bbq sauce, hot sauce, mayo hanging out in the refrigerator door.
Weird little papers without a file home sitting on my desk.
Throw blankets dirty.
Obscure trash cans full (laundry room, under garage sink, etc).
A return I'm on the fence about - should it go back or should it live forever on my counter?
Batteries "going" in stuff (clock, remote, dog collar).

Etc. Etc. Etc.

All done.  My house feels back in order.  YOU'D never notice though.  No one but ME felt that hidden disorganization, but it was there lingering -- taunting me, bothering me.  All little stuff that added up to something more.  It suddenly became overwhelmingly necessary to fix it.  So I did.

That was part of the postponement of plans yesterday.  I HAD to get all that stuff done.  My life needed to get back in order.  Above most everything else.

It's true that all this stuff is connected (at least in my experience).  House, finance, weight, mood.  When one thing is out of control, all suffers.  I need to pull myself together and "myself" extends to my house.

Errands done, cooking done.  Sweet relief.

BUT, I still have a boat-load of additional errands to finish.  I had it all scheduled in my mind for today (it wasn't on yesterday's list -- too much) when I got 2 calls from contractors.  Deck is starting early this morning.  Painter is coming to look over the house this afternoon.  I needed to say YES to both (this stuff needs to get done) but it's taking over my day.  There is no block of time to get my errands run.  UGH.  And no time for my noon lift class today.  Home workout wins.  But even timing that will be tricky.  Back to the drawing board -- FLEXIBLE (NOT my middle name, but I try).

On another note, I'm in COLD SORE HELL.  This one is huge, off my lip, painful, gross.  Message received.  Probably best not to partner workout today anyway.  Yuck.

So a tad more about my funk.  It's still here, but I'm still pushing against it.  I have an overwhelming urge to hibernate today, tomorrow, the next day.  You get the idea.  And I have to watch because I have "reasons" to hibernate ... sick, blind dog ... cold sore ... stomach bloat.  I could take those and barricade myself FOREVER.  The urge to hibernate is making me dread my trip next week too.  Of course I'll go and of course I'll have a great time, but until then ... I wish it wasn't coming up NOW.  Oh and it's PMS week.  The granddaddy of moods is possible.

I'm fighting it in a few ways:
Exercise.  Always.
Eating better.  Almost always (I'm trying).
Forcing myself to do things ... saying YES. (Hello contractors today)
Forcing myself NOT to cancel things.  (I postponed yesterday's plans to Wednesday, didn't cancel)
When I have the sad, worried thoughts about something unimportant and illogical, I try to notice that it's overkill. (Remember the microwave which had me practically in tears -- well, I have a big old list of "microwave" worries this week -- don't even ask -- you don't want to open that can of worms, trust me.)
Reminding myself to SMILE and feel HAPPY.  I don't need a reason, it's just a feeling.

Anyway, today is a busy day and that's good news.  Busy helps.  My INTENTION today is to stop the worry (about NOTHING).  Wish me luck - I need it.  Later gators.