Another silly little thing for me was:
Letting my house get dirty sometimes. And realizing that the Clean Police were not going to come knocking on my door. In fact, NO ONE cared. NO ONE.
But that had never stopped me from martyring myself to the chores. I *have* to do these dishes - Who *else* will get this done? - I'll get to that after I do this&this&this&this..... always finding more to do (& more unimportant things at that) & pushing my personal care & needs to the back burner over & over.
Then when I'd explode I'd blame all those things that I *had* to get done that bothered no one else. I'd go so far as to be angry at them (read: Him - c'mon, who else lives there? Was young DD in any way responsible for this?) - angry that he didn't "see" the same priorities. Why didn't those 8 dishes in the sink bother him the way they bothered me?????????
