Beth has been dog-sitting at her parent’s house for three days now, and here are some of the things I’ve learned about myself:
- I am always busy. When left to my own devices, I cram my schedule full of work, training, seeing Beth, and the necessities of eating, showering and keeping the cat alive. Even my relaxing is scheduled, and despite all the freedom I’m still consistently late XD
- I’m messier than I thought. With no one to be tidy for, I leave clothes, dishes and miscellaneous stuff lying around.
- This causes me to forget or lose things because I just put them down and have no idea where. When Beth’s here, she reminds me where I’ve been or where she’s seen my glasses, wallet, phone etc. Without her I just don’t notice it’s gone until I need it. (Case in point, moments after publishing this I spent five minutes going back and forth to the same rooms looking for my phone. It was next to the TV and not in any of my usual spots.)
- I forget how many blinds and curtains we have, which lamps to turn on/off, and remember to open/close everything before I go out.
- It’s always cold. I enjoy the idea of saving money more than I like the idea of warming the room with a heater.
- I’m noisier. I sing, I crank up the TV, I don’t close the doors.
- I don’t do nearly as much housework as I want to. I noticed the sinks are dirty, the cat litter’s full, the floor needs vacuuming, and I do precisely nothing about it.
- I leave all the doors, cupboards and drawers open. Well, not all of them, but enough of them, under the assumption that I’m going to go right back in there so I don’t need to waste time closing it again.
- Twice now I’ve had to get out of the car and gone back into the house to grab something I’ve forgotten, like my wallet.
All of this is reminding me painfully of my father. Perhaps the apple doesn’t fall so far from the tree after all!