Last night, I didn’t wash up. And it was hard not doing it.
This sounds a bit crazy. Because this habit of washing up at night is a recent acquisition. I started off by thinking I should wash my own plate and tumbler which many of us Indian ladies with maids , don’t do. Slowly it settled into clearing up the sink at night. It gave a very good feel in the morning when I start cooking.
But yesterday, I thought I shouldn’t do it. Break the habit sometimes. That would keep me from getting rigid about a few thing , specially about cleanliness which can take over, so easily, if you are so inclined.
Washing up seems to bring with it a kind of therapeutic feeling that you are in control. I’ve seen my 85 year old father, wash up religiously every night inspite of the fact that the maid will come in the morning and do it instead. Maybe it gives him a feel that he is controlling some of the clutter which builds up in a house where old people live.
In flylady, a site which helps to clean the chaos in your life ;the first baby step to getting rid of chaos is shining your sink .
So, maybe I have a point in not letting the sink take over my life.