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The Washing of Dishes

Nobody likes to do this, right? The dishes pile up, day after day, a malevolent volcano growing to explosion on the kitchen counter...wait! I'm scaring myself.

So, after reading a few blogs like Simple Mom and Steady Mom, I figured this out. Doing a chore actually gives me a sense of accomplishment! I feel better after it's done, even though I don't like thinking about having to do it. I don't mind the actual doing of it once I get started.

I'd still like to have a house or flat someday with a dishwasher.

It just keeps going...

Here we go again - frustration as a daily event. It feels like I do all the work around here, but I knw that's only partly true. I do tend to over-analyze things, and it drives me nuts. I figured if I blurted it out in a blog, it would at least get out of my head and stop circling around like a bunch of vultures. Sigh.

Grrr!

What is this, "Pick On Stephanie" Week?! Not having a good day here. :-(

Menu Planning

I came across this great post on http://simplemom.net about menu planning.

http://simplemom.net/back-to-the-basics-menu-planning/

The question is: it's just me and hubby, and the cat (who invariably steals something). Both of us are Spoonies (read the Spoon Theory at http://www.butyoudontlookick.com/The_spoon_theory ...and NO, I did not write it. It was written by Christine Miserandino). We have limited energy.

Ideas?

Not a Mom Yet, But...

Even though I'm not a mom (yet!), I found a few blogs that click for me about mothering (and organizing). I liked this post.

http://www.steadymom.com/2009/07/just-relax.html


I also like this one: http://www.steadymom.com

These blogs are about life, the universe and everything. Lots of informational tidbits about coping with life

Despair

I get up, feeling miserable, and start crying for no reason. Every day like this for weeks. The doc says it's because my husband won't do his fair share around the house. I am as sick as he is, yet I manage to do my thing. I have come to love the sound of that little "pop" that emanates from a pill box of lorazepams. I have panic attacks when I look at the piles of unwashed dishes, the filthy cat litter box (the one time I tried to clean it myself, I fell into it), so hubby said that would be his job. I'm still waiting.

I feel useless.

I am getting my hair cut tomorrow. Maybe it will make me feel better.