If the timer beeps, I have to turn it off.
I don't know what it is about repeated noises, but UGH, but they get to me. They just annoy me.
No matter what I am in the middle of doing, I usually have the timer off within the first two beeps. Sometimes, I'm so crazy that I will stand by the stove and wait for it to go off, just so I don't have to hear the timer beep beep beep beep beep and drive me nutso.
The thing is that my darling husband is the COMPLETE opposite. He doesn't mind it. If we're in the middle of a conversation, the timer waits. He usually turns it off by the time it has gone off a few times, but for me, it feels like an eternity.
I can't focus on anything cause all I'm thinking about is, "The timer needs to be turned off. The food needs to be taken out. The kitchen needs to be wiped down before I can finish cooking".
Often my brain is in go mode. All. The. Time. I'm not sure if any other Type-A homies out there feel me on this, but it seems like even if I check off everything on my to-do list, there's always another timer going off, another chore to be done, another thing to catch up on.
It's a never ending pile, a never ending burden, a never-ending amount of stress.
So this week, I am taking a small step. I am going to let the timer beep.
I am going to let the dishes in the sink pile up.
I am going to let boxes on the to-do list go unchecked.
I am going to let the laundry spill over the top of the hamper.
I am going to forget about the over-the-top expectations I have for myself in my work.
Heck, I may not even blog this week.
I am setting a priority that taking care of my mental health is more important than going above and beyond for a boss, having the dishes neatly put away every night or having Pinterest worthy meals for dinner.
This week, will you join me in letting the timer beep?