Fear works?

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Hmm, not so much fear, not anymore. It does make a difference knowing what is wrong and that it has a very real physical element. You see, psychological conditions are given zero allowance in the real world. Not that this was something used to decide that such diagnosis were bunk. If anything people who don't want to be responsible for themselves and their actions cling to psychology like a life raft in immoral and amoral seas. If anything it was the other way around, I realized I was responsible and took responsibility which negated psychology. Anyway, it used to be fear that would drive me. The fear of being seen as "less". Now it is respect, or love, or other things that drive me to work beyond my limits for a bit. I can't work long but I can work for a while.

Two loads of laundry have been tended. I cheated a bit though, as one load had pretty much finished in the dryer and one load just needed to be fluffed, along with a moistened dish cloth, in order to get what of the wrinkles out would leave. But those have been tended and a third load is drying currently. Two loads of dishes have been washed, one is drying. Two more loads have been set to soak. A few more odd/large sized loads remain of dishes. They may only get a soak, I will have to see. I am needing rest periods, of course. I have also made my spare bed up, tucking the flat sheet as my mother prefers. I think she even likes the 'rough side' of the flat sheet up, so when it folds down, the smooth side is up. Now, being the domestic philistine that I am, I can only hope I did that rightly, but I did try! Two of my warmest finest blankets are on the bed and a fine heavy bedspread has been set. Five pillows have been outfitted, if I couldn't find all matching pillow covers I did do my best. I shut off the room deodorizer I had working in her room. I have used it in enough of my home over the last week that the place should be... pleasant... for her majesty and her nose too. Though I don't think it smelled bad, musty in a place or two is all, I know that women have much finer nostril sensitivity. *grins* All good, I like trying to make her as happy as I can.

Oh, no worries, the place is still troubling on the eyes. I have done what I can but much remains. I sure would like, one day, to have the place impeccably clean and ordered when she arrives. Even then though, I am sure she would see areas which could use some touching up... in that theoretical possibility. She probably wouldn't say a word though, just tending to them when I was out and about (and completely oblivious). Not that I mean to be oblivious, I am merely sticking to the facts. I wouldn't see a rattle snake until someone pointed out the fang marks and swelling. Even then I might have doubts. Okay, I don't take hints or notice things, so sue me!

Yes, today will be a good day. I hope you are having one, or at least figuring out the bad. Some days it just isn't completely possible. But there is always tomorrow. Just think, it took me more than a month of tomorrows to get where I am in preparing for my mother. And, technically, considering my goals, I failed. And yet I am pleased to have some of the things done. So it goes. Good day.

Update: There is never enough time. I have to leave a load in the washer because it isn't finished too! Bah. At least I am leaving quite ready and on time. Good night, perhaps. I'm not sure I will find time or energy upon my return.

The mother of Doom arrives.