So, I bought an air conditioner yesterday. Now the nail-biting part--how'm I going to get it up and running? Last night I couldn't sleep because of the humidity and during the tossing and turning at 3 o'clock, I realized I could call the Honey-Do guys and hire someone to put it in for me. Then, I had a real stroke of inspiration and realized there are carpenters working on our apartment house's wrap-around porch and I could probably offer them money to put it in for me... so, that problem was solved. The carpenter dudes said they'd be glad to put it in for me but the real nerve-wracking part comes from having someone in my house. Egads!
I don't have anyone over. Ever. My dirty little secret is that I am a compulsive hoarder (good pun, huh?). Have I blogged about that before? Although it sometimes drives me crazier to have the clutter and the stuff, I just can't help it. I mean, I know how to organize, I know how to tidy... but I freeze and I just can't do it. So, opening my bedroom to a total stranger is frightening. My bedroom, my home is my sanctuary and clutter or not, it's where I feel safest. And the idea that someone's going to see the clutter and to enter my sanctuary is giving me butterflies.
If I was still in therapy, I know Dr. Lisa would encourage me to do this. I can do this. And I'll be so glad when I have some relief from the summer heat.
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I hate having men in tool belts around tramping through the house. :(
Oh, Kwizgiver! To be faced with having to do an emergency clean-up when your home is so hot and humid. ICK! I know because I wasn't so different when I knew my ac repairman was coming Saturday. Because of my magazine/paper clutter, I haven't vacuumed my living room in a while. I have 3 cats. I had bits of fur the size of tumbleweeds rolling around. I sucked it up and did it, but it took both my Roomba and my Dirt Devil upright.
So yes, of course, you CAN do it. But it's a crappy, uncomfortable position to be in and I hope you can overcome it because you deserve to be COMFORTABLE (as well as safe) in your sanctuary.
PS My nephew (just finished second grade) summed up my feeling about throwing things away perfectly. He as reluctant to throw away a broken wooden yo-yo and he explained his behavior by saying, "But if I throw it away, I won't have it anymore."
PPS Is there any reason why you can't call Dr. Lisa for a tune up?
You can do this. :-) I'll be thinking of you, and just think about how much cooler/more comfortable you be for having done it. :-)
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