I went the whole day without thinking I need a self-congratulatory gimmick to feel comfortable with myself.
This past weekend I returned from vacation in St Martin. After three hours of sleep, I drove to a friend’s house to retrieve Rocco, our African Grey, and his cage. Then I drove to a second friend’s house to retrieve our three dogs. Then I bathed all three dogs (one at a time). Then I laundered the dog’s blankets.
And then I unpacked my suitcases.
Check this out - not only did I empty and refill the dishwasher last night, but* I did it without anyone asking!*
Around 10 years ago a friend came down with cat scratch fever and I didn’t make any jokes.
But then you casually worked a comment into the conversation like “I do like our cupboards, and the hinges work so well… and LOOK at how many nice clean dishes they hold!”
Made double payments on my mortgage for years and paid it off early. I am now debt free.
Look at everything Kayaker did to avoid dealing with dirty laundry. 
Actually, dealing with the laundry brings a smile to my face. The stuff I wore to the beach each day retains the “odor of the sea” (along with some minimal BO) that makes me wistful.
I’m working on selling my parents’ house and the contents they collected over 60 years of marriage. From 90 miles away, while working full time, and taking care of my own family. I think I deserve an adulting trophy.
God, will I be glad when this is done.
Last month, I finally told my financial mortgage guy to adapt my mortgage to the new lower interest. And to work in some money in there from my dad, as a form of estate planning. And I asked my husband for help to check along with me if Financial Guy made sense.
Then I gritted my teeth, and signed every damn Financial Paper on the Scary Dotted Line.
Apparently, I’m now supposedly the owner of a Modern And More Sensible Mortgage. But I could just as well have been Screwed in Subtle Financial Ways. I really don’t know, and I doubt I will find out either way. :dubious: I hate this shit.
cher3, you get a triple gold stars from me.
Have had cats all my life and knew that old age or sick euthanasia time was sad and difficult. When we got dogs I fell so head over heels in love with them that I knew when that day came for them it would be even worse. Because dogs are much more communicative and pick up on our human emotions so much more, I wasn’t sure if I could hold it together enough to not freak the dog out during that time.
So last September that time finally came, surprisingly for the younger of our two dogs. It wasn’t even an easy “oh, he’s old or sick, it’s time” kind of situations. He had bone cancer that ate through his spine so quickly that we only diagnosed it that morning, coincidentally that same morning, I had to help him endure the agony of his spinal cord being severed/squashed by the disease and collapsing in back-end paralysis - all of this happened in the 15 minutes we were waiting for the vet in the examination room. It was 15 minutes that felt like decades. I couldn’t stop the tears flowing down my face, but I held my grief back so that I could focus on helping him and not freaking him out worse than he already was. After they took him to the back room for pain meds and an x-ray I let loose.
So now I know I can do it, not that it’s any kind of accomplishment. I still harbor resentment and rage against God/the universe for it.
Yesterday I went to work, came home and did laundry and got dinner on the table. This morning I took the teenager to a doctor’s appointment.
I recently started working from home, and so to keep myself from going completely stir crazy and to make up for the fact that I’m not doing as much walking, I’ve been going to the gym for 45 minutes, twice a day, five days a week.
I’m moving to a new apartment in a few weeks. Which isn’t remarkable, except that with my mental disorder (OCD) and the fact that I typically loathe change (like, really, really dislike it,) it actually felt like an almost insurmountable mental hurdle for months that I couldn’t bring myself to overcome. But I think I am actually going to get it done.
Did you have any parts leftover?
Mywife, who is currently suffering from That Thing That’s Going Around, threw up this morning, and I cleaned it up without retching.
I cleaned all the cat poop off the lawn yesterday. My neighbor feeds the ferals.
I cleaned the shower. There was an *amazing *amount of gunk and, er, slime in places that weren’t normally visible.
I plead the 5th for yesterday, but today at 10 am, so far so good.
We’ve spent large chunks of the past few weeks dealing with necessary prep to put our condo on the market: packing things to go into storage, dealing with the painter (who is a really nice guy and the husband of one of my co-workers, but the disorder is really starting to get to me), removing the busted medicine cabinet, rearranging things to figure out what can go where as we declutter…
This is about the last thing I want to do after coming home from work these days; work is kind of soul-sucking at the moment. But hopefully at the end of this slog, there will be an actual house and we won’t EVER have to deal with a condo association or asshole 3rd-floor neighbor again!