My husband is an incredibly patient man. He would have to be to put up with the incredible mess that we call a bedroom lately! Between moving, and being in a house-sitting situation, and me being in the hospital our room has become quite a pile of tossed clothes and papers. I knew that it was only a matter of time before my propensity to clean would take over and get the job done. Today was the day.
He was out and so it was the perfect setting for me to do some quick folding and hanging and tossing in the trash. Now, I didn't get half of what should have been done, done. If I had waited for my health to permit me to do the job the way it should be done, it quite possibly never would get done. This is one thing that I have learned. I need to allow myself the freedom to do as job as good as my body will allow without beating myself up for not doing a job as good as it could be done. My sweet husband is not as obsessive compulsive as I am, and he is overjoyed with a semi-clean room. I need to let go and allow myself to be happy with this too. I need to love him by doing what I can around the house and being happy with it, even if it isn't everything that could be done.
Seeing his face when he looked at our tidy room and cleaned bathroom was all I needed to show me that it doesn't matter that the bathtub wasn't scrubbed, or that my socks were not lined up in the drawers, or that there is a hamper full of clean clothes that need to be hung ... the room looks nice and he is happy. And so am I.