I've had a great couple of days enjoying some quality time with my boyfriend and getting some piecemeal chores tackled around the house: Tuesday was my birthday, and we spent it cleaning (LOL) then picking wild berries and going out to dinner. My nut phobia was much under control for a change - hurray! Yesterday, I had an ENT followup and then we went shopping at Trader Joe's and Whole Foods - our favorites. Then more cleaning (LOL - yes, the house needs it that much). Today I weeded the garden and we harvested a few herbs to freeze. I'm doing a couple of loads of laundry.
So it's all been relaxing and productive and I'm very thankful for that, but ...
Ever since depression and anxiety came into my life, I've pushed myself less and less all the time. I don't mean less pushing to extremes. I've struggled lately to stop doing that. I mean just the ordinary motivation of saying, "Hey, it's Saturday, time to do laundry" or "The lawn is getting high; I'll mow it tonight after dinner when it's nice out." Instead, the laundry piles up for weeks (honest) at a time. The mail and bills go unopened for 3-4 weeks at a time. Lightbulbs burn out and are left unchanged for a month. The washer and dryer need a small adjustment with a screwdriver and have needed it - to the detriment of my utility bills - for over a month. The floors have not been mopped or vacuumed since Easter.
It doesn't seem like life is out of control, but I don't like how I let all these little things slide nowadays. They're such small tasks alone, but I can't bring myself to just stand up, walk into the next room and take the 5 minutes needed to do them.
Any advice, ideas, or just commiseration?