I have ADD. I like doing dishes. Personally dishes help me relax. I can do the dishes and think at the same time. I have a lot to think about. I get no where… but thinking relieves the pressure. I guess you could say as soon as my hands hit the suds, my thoughts become pictures. As they jump from one area of the brain to another, they eventually leak out of my ears until the space between (hi Dave..) is more manageable. I guess the biggest positive is it helps my husband. WHAT? “helps” him? Yes… you modern woman you. He does the laundry, dishes, cleaning, vacuuming… just not bathrooms.
Wow Jess, you lucky cat you! Maybe, but then this blog wouldn’t exist. He does all of that because it decreases his anxiety. He doesn’t know it, but… it does. I’m somewhat of an empath (not getting into it right now, but I can feel what others feel as their feeling it), so as he gets anxious I feel it. One crumb on the carpet and all the water in his head starts to boil. So yes, I help him. I wish I could handle it all on my own. I mean, I can but then I’d have to give up everything else in my life. What my soul likes… is priority and what the rest of the world wants me to do to accompany the norm sits on the back burner.
One time in 7th grade this girl said she liked my barrette. I took it out. Crazy? Maybe… but I remember it to this day and taking that barrette out meant that I didn’t need others to like anything about me to be valued. It was more for myself, other than being “rebellious”. I also never told anyone. Maybe once I can remember. I usually don’t have actions with double meanings. Except changing the world. That I can actually see myself doing while waving at Ellen, as she runs over to me at my international world seminar to introduce herself and say “what a pleasure”. No, no Ellen… the pleasure is all mine, “be kind you sexy thang you”. Man she’s so sexy….
My husband HATES the fact that I have no executive functioning skills so when I do the dishes, he appreciates it. He doesn’t say it, but I know the hot water in his head cools down a couple of degrees. Ok, so maybe some of my actions do have double meanings but hey, not the point.
(The above photo is a real picture of my sink) yes… I forgot the water was running and no… this picture was an afterthought. How most my life works to be honest. Oh and yes.. that’s slime to the left because slime is life. (if you are reading this as the sole creator of the slime epidemic, I would like to say, as I’m sure all parents would… WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!)