I cracked up with your comment about ignoring the front door if you’re not expecting anyone!! 🤣. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve hoped people can’t see me making a shadow behind the peep hole! And now our front door has those side lights, darn it!! No hiding!
Years ago I was a perfectionist with trying to keep the house neat. So much stress from trying to be freaking Martha Stewart! It was tough with a child at home, working several days a week, tending my ailing mom and husband’s parents, being a school mom/committees, etc..
So, I started getting a little more kind to myself.
I changed my perspective:
Dust is now a protective covering. 🤣
Leave the vacuum in the foyer near the front door. If anyone comes, you can say, “Oh pardon the mess, I was just cleaning,”
If you have a dog, toss a ball under the bed. Dogs are great for gathering dust bunnies. Then have the dog shake outside.
Same way for cleaning the floors! Spill milk. Leaves a nice shine and the dogs and cats are happy.
A little Mrs Meyer’s lemon verbena cleaner in the sink with warm water makes the whole house smell good!

Ok, obviously I’m kidding but we really do have to shift our priorities sometimes. It’s difficult when we can’t do things for ourselves anymore and have to rely on others. Being creatures of habits and routines, it’s hard to let go!

You are fortunate to have your daughter be able to help out and I can sure feel the frustration when she maybe doesn’t get something done in a timely manner. Going through all my cancer hoopla the past few years, my husband took over most of my chores for a while. He did great but wow, what a challenge for me to not blurt out, “That’s not the way I do it!.” 😩 It was better to just keep my lips zipped and be grateful the deed was done at all. Oh and the weeds in the flower beds…oy. That was another thing that made me cringe! They weren’t on his radar! But he was happy to grab some of the bigger weeds if I’d point and say, “Pluck!” Now, I happily walk around the yard with my pokey weed stick and do it myself again. But being laid up was indeed a lesson in patience!

I am sorry to hear that therapy isn’t available to you right now but you know what? There’s always someone on Connect, ready to sit and ‘chew the fat’ around the kitchen table. Ugh, where did that expression come from”.
Anyway, I’m happy you’ve joined us!

You mentioned your brain feels rattled today. What is something you enjoy doing that relaxes you or brings you joy?