donnakiah's Journal

our house has fallen into such a clutter-fest over the past few years that i feel fairly helpless that it will ever be clean - i mean really clean - again.  i've mopped the kitchen floor every few months, and vacuumed every month (all i feel like doing), but i've been bloody exhausted after work for the past 1-1/2 years so not much is getting done around here. 

I went gluten-free last August so instead of being able to whip up a fast dinner-from-a-box, I have to think and plan and cook & store & prepare for 30-60 mins daily (more when I make  g-f pizza on Saturday nights!).  I recently asked my husband what i used to do before I had to do all of this cooking.  His one-word answer: "Laundry."  <grin>

Anyway, I spent most of the day (once I got up after 8:00 - that's called sleeping in around here!) working in the kitchen.  The g-f ingredients had taken over the counters, and nothing was put away in cabinets like it should have been.  I've now got another small box ready to go to the Salvation Army tomorrow morning, and most things are put away again.  Yay!

And i managed 3 loads of laundry before i got too tired to face the flight of stairs to/from the laundry room. (well, down's not a problem, but up is a serious challenge!)  And made all 3 meals.

I'm going to call it a productive day, and hope that as i continue to try to adapt to my new drug I will feel better and find the flat surfaces in the house (i know they're there somewhere under all those papers! :-P)

I'm well aware that I'm able to do much more than some of my fibro-friends, but i still expect a lot of myself as I'm afraid that if i take care of myself too much, i'll become even more out of condition than i presently am, and less capable of doing things.  Does anyone else fight this fear?