Hooks

Today I walked into Fritz's closet and found a bunch of hooks that I had bought at Ikea – and was reserving for my own use – installed in Fritz's closet – with clothes and hats and whatnots hanging on them.

I was quite irritated. I'm not sure, however, if I'm irritated at myself or irritated at Fritz. 

In Fritz's defense, the hooks had been sitting in the garage for a few years, because I just never quite found the perfect time or place to install them. I bought them knowing that 1) they were affordable and 2) they are were cute and 3) I'd find a place for them eventually. I also know that Ikea discontinues items and I'm picky. I've learned over the years that if something at Ikea is affordable and I like it, I should buy it because otherwise I will spend years feeling sad about not buying it when it was available. Examples: the Molger line of bathroom furniture (that was useful for so many things outside the bathroom!) or the Roy Pall (foldable stools from the early 2000s, possibly sold under another name in the States, but I can only find the Swedish name in the old archived catalogs here). 

Anyway. Where was I?

Right! Fritz used my cute hooks in his closet. 

And you might be wondering: what the heck, Ann? How can you buy hooks and then do nothing with them for YEARS.

But I did do something with some of them. I installed three in the kid's bathroom for towels. I was just waiting for the opportunity & time to use the other hooks! 

The thing is, I'm not sure whether to be mad at myself for not acting faster, or jealous that Fritz has time to go about installing hooks in his closet. Often I wonder why I don't "get anything done" and then I remember that I spend A LOT of time doing stuff for other people. I have a hard time putting myself first, even if it is as simple as hanging up some hooks that I think are cute. I mean: notice that the hooks which I did hang were hung in the KIDS bathroom. Stuff does get done around here, I do DO that stuff, I'm just super lousy at prioritizing anything that is about me. 

One of the greatest experiences in putting myself first in the last few years was when I was working full-time outside of the home. For years, I had heard other mothers use full-time jobs as an excuse for why they couldn't do things, "I can't volunteer because I have a full-time job." "We need a housecleaner because I have a full-time job." I never felt like I could use these excuses, even though I'd mentally retort with, "AND I can't volunteer because I already volunteer ALL WEEK LONG." and "I need a housecleaner because we are at home ALL THE TIME." On the one hand, I do believe my retorts are valid. But in everyday life, I was never comfortable using them as justification for anything that would benefit me. However, when I finally had one of those full-time-outside-the-home jobs, I was really comfortable saying "no" in a way that I was never comfortable before and have never been comfortable since. I liked that. And you know what? I was nicer to myself when I was working full-time-outside-the home. In fact, many days I wanted to laugh at how much easier it was to work full-time, and how quick everyone was to be impressed by me, even when life working-outside-the-home was EASIER than life at home. I ate at restaurants, I ran errands on my lunch break, I went to coffee shops by myself. I even got to daydream without interruption on my morning commute!  It was great. HAHA! 

I think about that a lot these days. I'm running two businesses these days - the Etsy business and still doing architecture. But I'm not doing either of them the way that I would work an outside-the-home job. All the work takes place at night, on the weekends, and crammed into tiny corners of the day. The days themselves are filled with the household work, the kid support, the aunt support, and etc. The pandemic changes over the last 15 months are, in many ways, a familiar throwback: I remember those days of super intense parenting when there were toddlers & babies in the house. I know how to work with fractured time and distraction. But that doesn't mean I like it. And I certainly would choose to go back to pre-pandemic life if given the option.

But mostly, what I need to figure out, is how to give ME time and priority. This is not about self-care as it relates to some sort of consumerism. This is about ME,  doing the stuff that I want to do, instead of the stuff that I have to do (for everybody else). I often joke that if Fritz is cleaning the house, he starts by cleaning his closet. Slowly. Meanwhile, I am cleaning all the public areas. In case it's not clear, cleaning ones' own closet - slowly - feels really freakin' indulgent to the person cleaning the kitchen and the bathrooms and moping floors and scrubbing down filthy door handles. This personal closet cleaning by Fritz is not really a joke, it is a fact. It is indicative of the way that we can both be "working" and we are each working in a different way. STILL. I just need to figure out how to work like him. Or I need to ask him to work more like me. Or something. And then, as I chastise myself for not making Fritz work differently/being a poor teacher of my spouse, I feel annoyed at myself that I am always laying the responsibility for change at my own feet, as though all this is my fault. Why can't Fritz take this initiative without ME? Oh wait! He did! That was when I had a job-outside-the-home.

Hm.