Eat My Dust!!

Everyone's been on a cleaning spree around here. I'm sure if you somehow were to look at my house from space you'd see a dust cloud of biblical proportions rising up.

I am not sure what prompted this sudden industriousness, and I find myself hoping it leaves as quickly as it got here, it's sort of a pain in the ass, but it does give me a couple interesting yet quirky things to write about.

For example, did you hear me swearing today? After dusting here and there, shaking rugs, doing two or three loads of laundry and sweeping the kitchen, I was breaking down a cardboard shoebox I'd found in my room. And decided to do a nice paper cut across the lower part of my left thumb. I did not notice the paper cut until about five minutes later when I suddenly developed this crazy-mad itch on my left thumb.

My hands were filthy and I'm sure that was the reason it was itching so badly. So I scrubbed the hell out of my hands (I had to take off three other bandages to do it) and put some polysporin and a bandage on the new cut and re-covered the old ones. I'm not extremely accident prone lately, seriously, but because of the dry weather have developed some splits on two of my fingers near the upper part of the nail, and last week I decided to rip open the fingertip on my wedding ring finger with a staple. Occupational hazard. And no. I did not report it to work comp. ;)

I found some stuff I want to set aside for my mom from the things I'm discarding, and a ton more that will be going to Goodwill. Where most of them came from in the first place. :)

We grocery shopped, bill-payed and watched a movie. I did laundry. More laundry. And more laundry.

We had a couple dinners, a breakfast or two, slept in a couple times... weekend-y stuff.

Eric did some shed organizing, hauled some things out there for me, added oil to the car, watched some football... more weekend stuff.

Lyssa has done an amazing, deep down and ruthless cleaning of her bedroom over the last couple weeks, de-cluttering and getting rid of things. Putting the rest of us to shame, really.

So I have made a dent in some of the millions of things I have to do/get rid of, and it feels good. It also feels incomplete, and I wonder if I will get back to it in a timely manner or it will become a source of stress as I fail to get back to the things that need to be done as I have so many times before.

Procrastination and avoidance seem to be two very strong influences in my life.