It’s a different way to deal with anxiety. I’ve done it for a lifetime.
Some folks eat. Some exercise. Some meditate or pray.
In a big way.
And if they are willing, others enter into the frenzy.
Recently, it was the husband. He shares some of the blame. He retired early.
He’s seen me do it often, especially when we are about to have company, but also when we travel.
It’s a pre-travel coping mechanism. I can’t seem to leave the house unless all the bed linens are changed, bathroom and kitchen floors are scrubbed, laundry and dishwashing completed, entire house dusted and vacuumed.
It’s exhausting, and I’ve tried to rehab, but I can’t break the habit.
And then, there is waiting for a good/bad news phone call; relatives with serious health issues that are geographically distant, but emotionally connected.
It can start as something simple, like an appliance that fails. Our cold water dispenser sprung a leak. It sits heavy and mostly unmoved in a corner of the kitchen. Removing it exposed an ugliness I don’t want to address.
Then the vertical blinds needed work, the sliding glass door behind it, the windows around it, the ceiling fan, tops of kitchen cabinets, underside of the frig and dishwasher, etc., etc., etc.
All while waiting for the phone call; the one that alerted us that we needed to make that long distance trip.
And we’re off… bed linens, bathrooms, laundry, dishwashing, vacuuming……
I wonder if there is a support group ?