Thoughts on Housework and Fibromyalgia
I've given housework a lot of thought over the years. When I was in my twenties, I used to feel guilty in the wee hours of the morning about not getting the entire house clean daily. It would keep me up until I'd finally break down at 4 AM and I'd start to dust and vacuum. Seriously-- no joke! In my thirties I thought I got things down to a science. I was home all day and I'd clean like a mad woman until my husband came home. Of course, I'd still feel guilty that not everything got done and I vowed to get up at 5 AM every morning to at least start a load of laundry and clean the dishes from all the midnight snacking. I reserved my urge to vacuum until 9 AM because at that time we were in an condo-like apartment complex and I didn't want to wake the family below me. I learned from the days of the high rise apartment in my twenties. ;) Today though in my forties, and now having a decade of fibro experiences, I think MUCH differently. A clean house is a grou