The truth is that my flatmates and I are pretty good about evenly sharing work. The truth is, when I did the dishes it was usually totally my turn. The truth is, when I was angsting about dishes, probably my flatmates were angsting about their own hot-button chore items, like mowing the lawn, or having a clear dining room table. And, universal truth is, the only person I can change is me. So I took back the dishes. And I found my Dishes Zen.
This is Offbeat Home's archive of Cleaning posts.
Keeping spaces nice and clean.
I recently managed to get a full time job after almost a year of working part-time, ad-hoc hours. I maybe worked two five hour shifts a week and had lots of time to myself. Therefore, for the past year, I was responsible for keeping the house nice, and enjoyed having nearly all day every day keeping the house clean and tidy. When I moved to full time work I realized that I would not be able to manage to keep the house as clean and tidy as I was able to when I was out of full time work. I found that these three things have helped keep the house habitable and the housework manageable.
I didn't expect hoarding to impact my life in such a big way. I grew up in a house that made constant donations to whatever organization would come by our front door — at least three garbage bags each month, minimum. Stuff came in, stuff went out. This was my normal. And then I met the man who would one day become my husband. And then I met his parents. And now hoarding is a very real and stressful part of my life. Here are some of the challenges of dealing with hoarders, and how we cope with them…
I am an un-medicated adult with ADD. I have spent most of my time un-medicated, and thus rely on coping mechanisms. (Note: I TOTALLY support chemical assistance, I just haven't had any.) Even though I have an "ADD can be a bonus, not a minus!" philosophy… right now, I'm on the subject of dealing with it as a drawback. I have a super-short attention span and I suck at getting work done on anyone else's timetable. Or any timetable. OR… at all. So me and housework, planning, organizing, and housework have this love/forget relationship… But stuff has to get done somehow. Here's what I have figured out…
I've been wearing some of my favorite basic cotton tops regularly for a few seasons. Overall they're in great shape, no holes or stains, but they're starting to get a little funky, and not in the Disco Stu kind of way. The problem is that they fit so close under my arm pits that they're becoming discolored and musky. I've tried cleaning the area with vinegar and stain removers, but it hasn't taken away the smell. Do my fellow Homies have any laundry tips and tricks dedicated to the pits?