What are you supposed to do? Not open your heart? Keep your emotions all wrapped up tightly? For me that is an impossible feat.
I like my house relatively clean, and organized but there is dust on the tables, carpeting that needs vacuuming, a floor that requires mopping, etc. and I’ll get around to it today but not after I put it off, and my belly button is completely clear of lint. I’m one of those women when I’m stressed out I DON’T reach for a cleaning bucket; instead I reach for ice cream and the remote.