I’m the Devil. Now kindly undo these straps.
Photograph of Exorcist steps by *Photography by Chris* on Flickr.
Still feeling suspiciously like MASH here. Small person opted for the exorcist variant of whatever it is that ails me, and so Sunday evening involved a trip to the local hospital.
Though there are a lot of things about the reorganisation of the NHS that I’m not tremendously struck on I did like that the PCT lady, who called back after calling NHS Direct, was able to book us in there before we got there. Essentially it was telephone triaging. I know there are many things that such a system wouldn’t work for, but for this it was particularly good. Especially given that toddlers are not known for being overwhelmingly patient patients (though to be fair nor are most adults).
I’m less impressed by the definition of emergency pharmacies about these parts though. Apparently Sunday after 2pm doesn’t exist. Hmm.
Luckily my regular Friday visit was cancelled by the other party, in lieu of a dental appointment, which is fair enough given the last time that I cancelled a dentist appointment I got taken off their books (I was ill, I was not impressed). I’ve had to cancel this for this week in person, because though not quite exorcist level I am showing distinct signs of following π’s lead in the vileness stakes.
However, I am doing my visit by telephone and one of the discussion points that my visitee wants to talk about, I’m not sure I can answer. So I’m looking for some suggestions.
How do you motivate yourself to do things around the house?
(We’re meaning dull stuff like tidying up here).
I find it hard to answer this as by and large I’m motivated by the fear of being told off. Which I’m not sure is an entirely helpful or useful answer.
So what motivates you to tidy up and do all that sort of thing?
PS-The Exorcist theme of this post is largely due to it not being bacteria themed. I looked on Flickr and they were either a tad more alarming than the back of Zoe’s eyes, or were blatant bacteria abuse.*
*By which I mean people twatting about with agar and luminescent bacteria. Gah, have some respect.
Tags: curiosity, exorcism, illness, parenting, whinging
I’m glad that my eyes have suitably freaked everyone out. I didn’t find them alarming (not just because they were my eyes, mind), but quite fascinating. Yes, I’m odd.
I hope that both you and Tolly are starting to feel better now.
How do I motivate myself to do things around the house? I suspect the answer they are looking for is along the lines of your son being your motivation. Providing him with a tidy, stable environment will give him a stable base in life yadda yadda.
In all truth, my own motivation is that I get sick and tired of living in a mess after a while and it’s a bit ying-yangy for me, a tidy house gives me a clearer mind. With no clutter in the house, I can think better. Or some twaddle like that.
Or just tell her that she scares the pants off of you so you do it to not incur her wrath. I wonder what they’d say if you really did admit that.
Yes thanks Mr P has got his bounce back. My mojo is in the post I think.
I think I wrote too opaquely, my visitee isn’t the one who fears me into tidying. Though she’s pretty formidable. She wants ideas for how to get motivated, and I lack motivation in that area (apart from non-specific fear) so am a bit useless on this front. Bizarrely in this context I’m the advice giver-though lacking in any this time.
Thank you though, the clear house-clear mind thing may be on the ball for her.
I fear I’m of little help here as the only things which motivate me to do housework are either a] the twice-yearly visit from the landlord or b] a visit from a potential horizontal-recreation partner. Since b] has been much less than twice-yearly recently, you can guess what my house looks like…