Ugh Housework

I envy my friends and family that are good at cleaning and love to do it. I apparently have no Mary Poppins DNA whatsoever. Every minute spent washing dishes is total misery. I never get to the point with keeping house that I can smile and say, "Oh that's so much better now that it's clean and organized." In fact when a house is too clean it makes me twitchy. I hate packing. I hate unpacking. I hate giving yard sales where people paw through all my stuff & want everything for $1. I hate moving furniture. And everyone I've ever had a relationship figures women clean house, that's what they do, and they are so sorely disappointed.  I should come with a disclaimer: Doesn't do windows, or floors, or scrub tile.

Now don't get me wrong. I can work in a yard all day and be quite content. I can sew beads on for hours on end. I can paint empty houses inside or out and I love it. But sit me in front of a junk drawer or a garage that needs a makeover and I'll either be angry for the next 8 hours or burst into tears or both. Part of it has to do with being an empath, and part of it has to do with psychometry. Touching things overwhelms me with emotions and memories of my kids growing up, my divorce, my unhappy childhood, friends that have died, jobs I've had and lost, moves made under great stress, etc.

If I was ever rich the first thing I would do is hire housekeepers and scullery maids. Then I could spend my life on things I'm actually good at instead of feeling like a prisoner in my own home.

Thursday Thoughts

It's a new day. I didn't sleep well and have a bit of a sore throat. It was warm when we walked into the house last night for the first time in weeks. I was able to sleep under one blanket instead of 3 and I didn't have to wear a hat to bed. Even so I was so stressed out from the day before that I couldn't stay asleep. I got up at 6:30 and slept in the recliner for a few more hours. I think I slept until 10:30 and now I feel really weird. I had fantastic dreams though, which I wrote about in my 'craft-a-day' blog.

 I don't know what I want to do today though. It's raining intermittently, so I don't really want to get a project going outside, only to have to rush it back into a dry place if the rain dumps on me.I'm trying to finish some books. Today is my library day, but I don't feel well enough to go. I guess I just feel sad since people keep giving me a bad time about having too much stuff. I want to paint, but then I start thinking how if nothing sells, I'll just be stuck with even more paintings to store until the day comes when someone realizes I actually have some talent. What if Van Gogh had just dumped all his paintings in the trash, so his house would be clean and his friends and relatives would stop judging him and complaining? I'm tired of being misunderstood. I wish everyone would just leave me alone.