Mental Health Support

A lot of years ago, when my favorite husband was alive, I remember that he wanted to help me fold laundry. I was very picky about how laundry got folded. I remember him sitting there, asking me to show him how I folded something, and he proceeded to do it exactly as I wanted it until he got to the very end and then he'd mess it all up and just laugh his butt off. He kept doing that, and I had to accept that I was being ridiculous with my perfectionism. We had small children and I also worked, and I really couldn't do everything all by myself. Being a perfectionist is very time-consuming.

Anyway, I just started making myself ease up on things. Bit by bit, I realized that the world wouldn't end if everything wasn't uniformly folded, and if the cabinets weren't perfectly organized.

I sure do miss that guy. I hadn't even thought about that folding story in a very long time, so thanks for spurring that memory.

This COVID thing has messed with our minds more than a lot of us realize. There are scenarios that I hadn't even thought about that we're going to have to face, like having our humans visit us in our sanitized homes.