I have family coming to town in three weeks. And while they’re not staying at my house, they will, at some point, set foot inside it, so I’ve been stressed about cleaning. It’s not that my house is dirty messy (okay, maybe a little), more cluttered messy because we have too much stuff and not enough space. But when I told Hubby I was stressing out about this and didn’t know where to start, he replied, “Start somewhere.”
Which is frustrating to hear when you’re already overwhelmed–where exactly is “somewhere,” anyway?
By comparison, our road to baby-making was well-mapped and clearly marked. We knew we were headed for IVF, and we knew Hubby would need to endure months of injections before we’d have any sperm at all to work with. We knew exactly where to start, even if we sat in the car, idling away, for years before applying a foot to the gas pedal.
The same is true for me finally starting therapy. I knew what I needed to do, even if I’d put it off perhaps a little too long. I made some calls and have now (I think) found a therapist that can help me navigate this especially stressful time.
When it comes to house cleaning, though, I’m at a loss. I keep thinking we’re going to move, and I need to purge some of this stuff anyway, just to make the process a little easier. Hubby keeps teasing that I’m a hoarder. It’s not that bad. There are no insurmountable piles of newspaper or meaningless crap to which I’ve ascribed sentimental importance. I’m just a little too much like my dad. There are certain things lying around here that, while I don’t use them on a regular basis (or at all), I might want to…someday…for something.
The thing is, I know what I need to do. What I don’t know is where to start. Every time I think about it, my head spins. I could start in pretty much any room in the house. But I know that, in the process, it’s going to get worse before it gets better. I know I have to start and finish with in a reasonable amount of time. And it all seems so daunting.
I could fake it. I could tidy up here and there, hide the things that can be hidden. But that doesn’t solve the problem. So I’m just going to start. Somewhere. And soon.