Progress

Something is happening to me. Something that has never happened before. I married an organizer. I married my opposite. I am one of those firm believers that it is pointless to make your bed since you're just going to get back in it later. I even trained my brain when I was younger to legitimately forget 30 seconds later the chore my mom had asked me to do. If cleaning was important I would remember to do it, right?

Since becoming a wife I've started working on my cleanliness...for Seth's sake. It has still remained a struggle until recently. I would sit there and think the jobs ahead of me were insurmountable.

As a little side note-I have what I refer to as an extreme personality. I can't do a little bit of a big goal and be satisfied. If the whole house needs cleaned, that means I have to clean the whole house right now without stopping. So I either do that, or nothing. My brain explodes when I think about just cleaning the living room today and then move on to something else tomorrow. As a result I either get a ton done or basically nothing.

Anyway. After getting over the morning sickness this round I suddenly felt like I could conquer the world! I had so much energy and instead of getting burned out quickly on things like doing the dishes and wanting to call it quits for the day, I would keep going and going and going until our humble apartment was sparkling. Not really sparkling, because I know Seth wouldn't like to come home to sparkles everywhere. But really clean. I've previously mentioned my run-in with nesting. I don't like things to get the best of me. So yesterday I took on reorganizing the majority of the house and purging what we didn't need and I actually finished the job! Usually this would mean Seth coming home to all of our worldly possessions covering every inch of available space. But I took everything out of the closets and drawers AND put everything back. I did end up with one battle wound. While trying to get a heavy box of books out of the back of a closet my hand slipped and I punched myself in the head. Instead of getting discouraged and giving up, I just punched the wall in retaliation and moved on. (Just a little punch. More like an "Oh you got me this time! punch but with a little bit of "You better not ever again." Punch. ) I have a bruise on my head this morning. But I did get the bed made. Did you know it only takes about 1 minute?