Despite the fact that I clean every day and vacuum every day, on Sunday morning we do a coordinated major cleaning. I dust, wash floors, and do the daily everyday cleaning all in one fell swoop and my husband does a deep vacuum cleaning – moves the furniture etc and that can take him an hour – our apartment is only 1116 square feet.
I used to get up super early on Monday morning to do laundry (I don’t have my own washer/dryer. We have two community laundry rooms on every floor) but now I have found that Sunday afternoons the laundry rooms are pretty much empty so since I am doing chores almost all day Sunday I figured that I might as well do laundry too and then be able to sleep later on Monday morning if I wanted to.
Which leaves Monday with no obligations, aside from the daily cooking, cleaning, bed fluffing. No additional chores. I’ve been on this new schedule for about a month now and I’m still getting used to having a free day.
Anxiety levels have been high for the past week, what with the bath reno which seems to have not gone as smoothly as the kitchen reno 2 months ago. It was a very simple job that has had some minor screw-ups. Plus all the pissant amounts of money I have spent trying to adapt the new bathroom to our use, and they have mounted to a considerable amount of money as each adaption did or didn’t work out and another had to be found – so $12.99 here and $14.95 there piled up and piled up.
Why weren’t all these adaptations addressed by the reno company? Because they are out of the reno’s control. This is an old building and there is only so much they can do given the infrastructure. They can’t move the plumbing or the walls. I had a niche put in to hold soap, shampoo etc, instead of those corner shelf thingies that stick out into the shower space, unfortunately the niche could be no deeper than 2.5 inches – not deep enough for a conventional soap dish, which I had already bought. So adapt – I bought 2 different ‘stick on’ soap dishes. Then my body wash bottle didn’t fit either so I bought small flip top plastic bottles to transfer the body wash into – that’s fine except I only needed one and they only come in multi-packs and while not super expensive I would have preferred to buy just one. Who knows there is probably a store where I could have bought just one but I have no access to brick-and-mortar stores. The list goes on – bought things I thought I needed and/or would work and then they didn’t. Again, pissant amounts of money but…
And then – getting old is not for sissies – the kitchen and bathroom reno were in service to our diminishing physical abilities – most especially the bathroom. Both my husband and I have extreme balance issues and he has the added problem of hand tremors and numb hands and feet (yes, we know the diagnosis, no, there is no cure, yes, there is medication which helps only slightly, and yes, it is degenerative and will only get worse and worse, and no, it is NOT Parkinsons.)
Several incidences over the past months led us to rearranging the furniture in the main living area to better accommodate his needs. Quite frankly I think the living area now looks like crap but I am trying to make it work which meant more damn shopping for more adaptive doo-dads right down to an extension cord so I could move the lamp. Once again, old building, not enough electrical outlets.
So here I am whining and whinging over first world problems. Thankfully we have the wherewithal to afford these adaptations. Truly, truly I am thankful for that. We’ve worked hard to accumulate that wherewithal, no one gave it to us, but again thankful that we could work and accumulate it.
So – a quiet Monday, with me counting my blessings.