When you suffer from chronic illness it is likely you also suffer from a chronically messy or dirty home. I think this gets to women much more often than men and especially to women who have kids. For years I have had cleaning people that started when Grant broke his leg, and my RA started flaring even more trying to keep up with things.
So I do have my home cleaned every two weeks, I manage to get my laundry and Tyler’s done on a regular basis and although my sink isn’t always shined, FlyLady, I do have a steady flow of dishes getting cleaned.
But it’s those longer term projects that I can never seem to get to. For over a month I’ve had a large contractor bag full of stuff that I need to decide if I am going to keep or throw away. That’s been laying in my entry hall. Francesca gave us beautiful flowers about three weeks ago; they’re still there, very dead now. And I have a layer of clothes on my bedroom floor that I need to fold up and get rid of. Under that there is a layer of clothes that I need to take to the dry cleaner and under that there is stuff that I still have not gone through from when my mother moved…in October! Three layers of mess! Oh yeah, my cleaning people don’t go near my bedroom. How would they vacuum if they can’t see the floor?
It really bothers me, upsets me, depresses me, but I cannot work on it for fear of injuring, flaring or tiring myself further! I do about all I can do and I am exhausted. Just the bear minimum.
Are you sick like me and have a home that resembles my own? Or maybe you aren’t sick but are a busy mom that just doesn’t have the time to do anything extra? Please leave me a comment, maybe it will make me feel better. And FlyLady, f-off!