And it only took me three years.

I'm slow. There are two things I've learned in the last two weeks. Two things that have loomed over my head since we moved to this house.

1. Turns out, I don't need to borrow a really tall ladder to clean the fans in the bathroom. I can just stand on a short stool and vacuum them with the long attachment thingy on the vacuum. This may have taken so long because I don't actually use the vacuum, I sweep. Not really an excuse, but...
2. I don't have to empty out the contents below the kitchen sink, put on old clothes and slide on my back into the cabinet to unscrew and re-fill the soap dispenser. Since I no longer have to do that, I also don't have to slide back under there to screw the damn thing back in, which takes forever because I can't see what I'm doing because it's dark in there. And...I no longer have to wash my hair every time I refill the dispenser to rid it of under the sink crud and dish soap that spilled on my head during the process. Because I can just lift the pump out from above and pour soap into it, no screwing involved*.

Life would have been so much less stressful if I had figured these things out sooner. I wouldn't have had to feel guilty and unworthy every time I looked at the dirty fans. I wouldn't have had to feel irritated during the week between the soap running out and my re-filling it every time I had to reach under the sink for the aesthetically displeasing bottle of dish soap.

Is anyone else like this or is it just me?

Namasté, y'all.

* That's what she said. You had to have seen that coming.