Who doesn’t?
Oh, yeah. Even at 59 years of age, coming home after 8 or 9 hours work to find I have 2 or 3 hours of chores is disheartening. Viva la Internet! Viva la SDMB!
Why, oh why? Why do they want dinner every single night??
I do the procrastinating without the burning out.
Yep, that’s pretty much exactly it. Maybe once a month I try to CLEAN ALL THE THINGS. I clean, like, two things and then sit the fuck down because that shit is exhausting.
Yup. And yet, even though I read this years ago and laughed (oh, how I laughed!) at this tendency in myself (and apparently, a whole bunch of other people)… I still do it. And every time I do, I think, “Okay, but this time, it’s different. THIS time, I’m really going to make it stick!”
Nope. Not this time, either.
I’m just enough of a responsible adult to hold down a job that allows me to have a cleaning lady. That’s enough for me.
I assumed, in retrospect after her later cartoon, that it was an early sign of her depression.
Possibly, but I identify with that one too, so …
Strange, I had never heard of this blog until today when a friend posted her latest one about depression (which I also identified with a bit too well).
Very happy I have found it. It’s like the support group I have always wanted. Ten times better than most therapy sessions I have ever had.
My situation is not identical, but I do identify with it, particularly with rewarding myself and then taking too long with the reward.
No, but my husband does.
No, I don’t… I’ve gotten to the point where it’s harder to manage the guilt and inconvenience than to do the chores. The house isn’t spic and span but the stuff that matters gets done and I don’t feel bad about the rest.
I do. I even think that’s exactly what I look like while I’m cleaning all the things.
No, because I like cleaning and cooking. I idenify with her dog ones, though.
It’s cute, and I like it… But it isn’t quite accurate, because it fails to reflect the negative feedback effect. As we get pushed into attempting more and more tasks, yes, our productivity declines… But we also start pushing back, and turning down some of those additional tasks. We fail at some, while continuing to accomplish others. We usually don’t get to the “system failure” stage, but to a kind of partial success/partial failure situation.
The curve should loop and veer around a lot in the time dimension, wobbling left and right (and up and down.) Some days, we accomplish a hell of a lot; other days, we stay home with the 'flu. (Or take a “mental health” day off, malingering!)
I can’t say I identify with it very much. I enjoy the mundane things in life like cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping. I actually find a lot of pleasure in just existing, doing those things, getting to restore order to the house or my laundry or whatever, and getting to be creative when I cook and when I shop for what I want to use when I cook.
But I’m only 27, so who knows what I’ll be feeling like when I’m 47 or 67.
Ever since I read this, whenever I go to the bank I think “going to the bank like a motherfuckin’ adult”.
Even though I actually manage fairly well, I do see myself in the comic.
I manage fairly well, I have a job that means I’m out of the house all day but I manage to get stuff done at home without slacking off too much. I tend to parcel out the domestic chores through the week so I only have to do a bit every day instead of a massive blitz on the house at the weekend. The place isn’t filthy but it’s not sparkly white either, I have learned to live with a bit of dust here and there. OK, so it’s a big bit of dust, but it’s not life-threatening.