I probably shouldn't be writing this. I am tired and grumpy and probably need an early night but I also know I won't sleep and I won't settle so I might as well write here and maybe, just maybe, be held a tiny bit accountable.
My house is currently a disaster zone. We have just been away for a few idyllic days down at my inlaws beach house. It seriously looks like a magazine house. Everything is sleek and glossy and clean and simple. It feels restful.
Coming home was not restful. There is "stuff" on every horizontal surface in our home. We have too much "stuff". Way too much "stuff". "Stuff" that might one day come in useful. "Stuff" that I might one day get around to fixing. "Stuff" that doesn't have a home. "Stuff" that we can't throw out because we don't know quite what it is (or belongs to - "is that the spare bolt from the dryer or the bit from the kids swing set?")
I really need to re-read Fly Lady. I really need to make next week Purge Week.
A room a day...
Wish me luck...
Oh, and if you happen to visit, don't let me pretend that the house isn't always this bad. We both know the truth!
3 comments:
I swear I could have written your post word-for-word! Right down to the In-laws' holiday house and not knowing what things are!
I've been spending a bit of time at FlyLady and it's helping. I'm finding it essential to write myself a list on a notepad each day, 3 or 4 things I really want to get done that day and cross them off that day. I use the other side of the paper for the next day and do the same thing - then when both sides are used I rip it off the pad and chuck it in the recycling just because it feels good for it to be done and gone!
I'm also finding it helpful with the younger children to be very specific about what I want them to do. eg "Can you please pick up your jacket and put it in your 3rd drawer" instead of just "your stuff is everywhere, clean it up!"
I see you sorted out the header - very cute!
Yeah, I can relate too. I'd love to have a magazine perfect house but can never seem to get around to it! Maybe when the kids are all grown up and left home?
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