Corona is supposed to be a beer, not a damn virus -_-
As everybody in the world knows, we're dealing with the Coronavirus pandemic. If you are that far under a rock that you don't know what that is, well, I'm not going to spoonfeed you the info - google that shit.
People pretty much everywhere are in isolation, only essential workers can go to work as pretty much everything else is shut down. I think some restaurants are still open for pick-up or delivery only. Grocery stores are open with reduced hours. Ditto for convenience stores and any store that sells food items. Thank goodness for Walmart and Dollarama, let me tell you.
It's been hell on my mental health, I won't lie. My anxiety has been making sleep a wild ride - I either sleep too much, not at all, or nowhere near enough. And the dreams! My dreams have spiraled into some truly weird shit lately.
My anxiety and depression have a tendency to spur me into non-action. Despite knowing that I've got housework to do, taxes to file, and everything else, my mental health sees me sitting on my ass while starting at a screen. TV, computer, or phone. Especially while I'm waiting on EI to process my claim - I'm off work until my hotel re-opens. Just when I get a job I actually like this virus hits pandemic levels and we have to shut down due to lack of business. Ugh.
But...
I have been slowly getting stuff done. No, not my taxes yet. It's more that I'm getting rid of clutter that has been piling up again for way too long. Last week, my kid and I put at least six huge bags of trash out on the curb for garbage day. This week we only put out two, but that's because I got hit with another bout of not being able to deal with the mess. It happens. Such is my life sometimes.
Today, however, I tackled a cleaning job that I've been ignoring for entirely too long. My microwave. It's been needing a deep clean for ages, but I dealt with it by not using my microwave. However, my kid uses it and has a tendency to not clean it out at all if something explodes in it. It was getting really grotty, and today I had enough. And I had a burst of energy so I put it to good use. Thirty to forty minutes later saw me have a thoroughly clean microwave once again. Oh, it's stained, but I can live with that...bleach can only do so much. But it's scrubbed and disinfected so it's all good.
A few days ago I made a To Do list, breaking down big jobs into smaller pieces as I know just writing down 'Clean Kitchen' is simply too overwhelming for me. 'Clean microwave' is one of the items under the Kitchen heading and now I can cross it off! It's a small step, but I feel a hell of a lot better about things right now.
I've also slowly started properly organizing all my craft and sewing stuff so it's not strewn from one end of the apartment to the other. As I do a LOT of different crafts I have a LOT of craft stuff floating around. Having it all in one general area, neatly organized so I can easily see what I have, is a huge boon for me. Because I haven't done this properly in the past I have ended up with multiples of things - crochet hooks, sewing needs, packaged projects, paint brushes, paint, and...well, you get the idea. Some things you can never have too many of, but others you certainly can. Such is life sometimes though, right?
I had wanted to put some stuff into the basement to await for next garbage day or until I could post the item for free or cheap, just so it's out of my apartment, but when I took a look in the basement yesterday I was disgusted by the disaster that greeted me. It appears that other tenants have been using it as a dumping ground for their crap. It wouldn't be so bad if it were bagged or bundled neatly. No, this is literally ripped up boxes just thrown in and left there. I may contact the landlord about it and offer to clear it out if he's willing to take it to the dump...when the dump reopens.
For now, though, I will bag up as much as I can and put it somewhere in my place where it 1) won't trigger my anxiety, 2) will keep it out of the way until next garbage day, and 3) I won't have to move a million times as I clean stuff up. And I will not be afraid to just toss stuff out if it's not something I really want, need, or wear.
Small steps are better than none, especially as long as I can keep moving forward. Deep down I know that getting my apartment completely clean will do wonders for my mental health, it's just getting there that is the hard part. I'm not pushing myself to take on more than I can handle at once because that just sets me up for a cascade failure. I'm celebrating each step forward, no matter how small, because it is a huge win for me. And wins are fucking awesome ^_^
People pretty much everywhere are in isolation, only essential workers can go to work as pretty much everything else is shut down. I think some restaurants are still open for pick-up or delivery only. Grocery stores are open with reduced hours. Ditto for convenience stores and any store that sells food items. Thank goodness for Walmart and Dollarama, let me tell you.
It's been hell on my mental health, I won't lie. My anxiety has been making sleep a wild ride - I either sleep too much, not at all, or nowhere near enough. And the dreams! My dreams have spiraled into some truly weird shit lately.
My anxiety and depression have a tendency to spur me into non-action. Despite knowing that I've got housework to do, taxes to file, and everything else, my mental health sees me sitting on my ass while starting at a screen. TV, computer, or phone. Especially while I'm waiting on EI to process my claim - I'm off work until my hotel re-opens. Just when I get a job I actually like this virus hits pandemic levels and we have to shut down due to lack of business. Ugh.
But...
I have been slowly getting stuff done. No, not my taxes yet. It's more that I'm getting rid of clutter that has been piling up again for way too long. Last week, my kid and I put at least six huge bags of trash out on the curb for garbage day. This week we only put out two, but that's because I got hit with another bout of not being able to deal with the mess. It happens. Such is my life sometimes.
Today, however, I tackled a cleaning job that I've been ignoring for entirely too long. My microwave. It's been needing a deep clean for ages, but I dealt with it by not using my microwave. However, my kid uses it and has a tendency to not clean it out at all if something explodes in it. It was getting really grotty, and today I had enough. And I had a burst of energy so I put it to good use. Thirty to forty minutes later saw me have a thoroughly clean microwave once again. Oh, it's stained, but I can live with that...bleach can only do so much. But it's scrubbed and disinfected so it's all good.
A few days ago I made a To Do list, breaking down big jobs into smaller pieces as I know just writing down 'Clean Kitchen' is simply too overwhelming for me. 'Clean microwave' is one of the items under the Kitchen heading and now I can cross it off! It's a small step, but I feel a hell of a lot better about things right now.
I've also slowly started properly organizing all my craft and sewing stuff so it's not strewn from one end of the apartment to the other. As I do a LOT of different crafts I have a LOT of craft stuff floating around. Having it all in one general area, neatly organized so I can easily see what I have, is a huge boon for me. Because I haven't done this properly in the past I have ended up with multiples of things - crochet hooks, sewing needs, packaged projects, paint brushes, paint, and...well, you get the idea. Some things you can never have too many of, but others you certainly can. Such is life sometimes though, right?
I had wanted to put some stuff into the basement to await for next garbage day or until I could post the item for free or cheap, just so it's out of my apartment, but when I took a look in the basement yesterday I was disgusted by the disaster that greeted me. It appears that other tenants have been using it as a dumping ground for their crap. It wouldn't be so bad if it were bagged or bundled neatly. No, this is literally ripped up boxes just thrown in and left there. I may contact the landlord about it and offer to clear it out if he's willing to take it to the dump...when the dump reopens.
For now, though, I will bag up as much as I can and put it somewhere in my place where it 1) won't trigger my anxiety, 2) will keep it out of the way until next garbage day, and 3) I won't have to move a million times as I clean stuff up. And I will not be afraid to just toss stuff out if it's not something I really want, need, or wear.
Small steps are better than none, especially as long as I can keep moving forward. Deep down I know that getting my apartment completely clean will do wonders for my mental health, it's just getting there that is the hard part. I'm not pushing myself to take on more than I can handle at once because that just sets me up for a cascade failure. I'm celebrating each step forward, no matter how small, because it is a huge win for me. And wins are fucking awesome ^_^
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