Tasks

I hate household tasks. They keep me from relaxing and they haunt me until I complete them. I do always feel amazing and refreshed and euphoric after they're done but sometimes I have to have a real pep talk with myself to get them done.  I also suffer from Obsessive Chore Disorder so as I am trying to clean the floor, I see the fridge is gross, so I stop cleaning the floor and clean the fridge, and then realize I need to emtpy old food containers, then realize I need to start a load of laundry....ahhhhh!!!! By that point I think it would be easier to burn my house down than to accomplish all I'd like to accomplish.

Last night, I had a golden hour to get a bunch of stupid crap done while max was napping. I huffed and puffed while I emptied the dishwasher...folded laundry...put away Target purchases...cleaned bottles and pump parts...and I almost had a mental breakdown when I emptied the soapy water from the bottles into the sink and it all poured onto the floor. I had to have a timeout before I threw the microwave across the room or something equally psychotic.

Ashley, listen. Tasks are the devil. The worst. THE WORST! But, look at what they symbolize. You have dirty dishes because you had food to eat. You have Target bags because you have money to buy necessities (and Oreos...). You have bottles to clean because a precious baby lives in your house and is part of your family. 

We have had a wild week with Mike being down and out with the flu, an impromptu sleepover because of a snowstorm, scrambling for childcare, etc. I am tired. But my fatigue doesn't get to steal my happiness, darnit!!

So, when the next round of tasks present themselves, I will try to remember how to reframe my thinking. Tasks are proof of blessings...most of the time.