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1. My cat has taken to sleeping under my desk, right in the spot where I like to put my feet. Doesn't matter if I move him; he'll just come right back. This is annoying when I want to sit and write. I keep kicking him and apologizing.

2. We've been in this house for nearly three years. I just plugged in my sewing machine last night. I've sewn two things: a cool tie (neck chiller) and a pillow filled with the same polymer crystals.

3. I'm amazed that a tablespoon of polymer crystals expands enough to fill a 12"x5" pillow.

4. I've completely fallen off the FlyLady wagon. Her mails got annoying; they were more product advertisements than encouragement. Even the pure testimonials to the method had a link back to the FlyShop.

5. I don't care for most of her "Rubba" line of tools. I like the bottle brush, the mop, and the purple rags. Those I'd recommend. Everything else, not so much.

6. My kitchen is a horrible mess and I just don't have the energy to deal with it. I look at it, think about it, and go hide in the bedroom instead.
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I haven't posted in over a month. My routines have been slipping; I haven't _wanted_ to do them most of last week. I spent a day reminding myself of the benefits, things I like about having the routines done.

1. When the kitchen is cleaned nightly, there's less to do every night. Dishes don't pile up; food doesn't dry onto them, requiring mega, arm-killing scrubbing.

2. When the kitchen is cleaned nightly, I know there's a clear counter to place grocery bags when we come back from the store.

3. When the kitchen is cleaned nightly, I'm more apt to want to make dinner, rather than foist it off on Matt (who doesn't want to do it, either) or beg to stop for something on the way home.

4. When the kitchen is cleaned nightly, I know the burner pans won't catch fire when I'm cooking.

5. When I set out my clothes nightly, I can get ready faster, in the dark, while Matt continues to rest.

6. When I swish and swipe the bathroom nightly, the mirror doesn't get loaded with water spots.

7. When I swish and swipe the bathroom nightly, the toilet doesn't turn pink. (Seriously. Pink. If I don't clean it for 3 days, it turns PINK. Why pink??)

8. When I program the coffee pot nightly, I have fresh, hot coffee waiting for me when I get up.

9. When I do my nightly routines, I have less to do in the morning, allowing me more time to enjoy my coffee, check my e-mail and Facebook, and I'm more likely to get out of the house on time.

10. When I get up and get dressed to shoes first thing, it's easier to go get the newspaper from the driveway on Wednesdays and Sundays (we cut our subscription down to those two days for the ads and coupons). I don't have to worry about being seen by neighbors or stepping on rocks or glass in the driveway.

I'm still reading most of the e-mails. I delete the ones having to do with kids right off, since they don't apply. I just scan over the ones raving about the tools: I bought 2 of the rubba scrubbas, the rubba sweepa, the mop and the calendar. I use one of the rubba scrubbas just for the cats in the den. There's a small learning curve with some of these tools, a breaking-in period. I like the sweepa; Matt hates it. The mop, with its reusable microfiber cloths, will take a little getting used to, especially getting the cloth seated on the mophead. The calendar is nice and big, but part of me keeps pointing out that Matt and I have the same schedule. We don't have mega outside activities that need to be logged. I'm going to use it for keeping track of bill due dates, though. I need to get more involved with the family finances. When we got married, I was perfectly happy to dump all that responsibility on Matt. I figured I'd proved time and time again, when single, that I wasn't responsible enough for that. Well, it's been pointed out that I should know how to pay the bills, in case something happens to Matt.

We're still decluttering; we went through the linen closet and got rid of a bunch of sheets, then went through the utensil drawers and tossed/donated a bunch of those, as well. We seriously pared down our knives. Since we have the Rada set, and since I'm more-or-less keeping those clean and usable, we could get rid of all the old, not-so-great knives we'd accumulated. Melted or broken spoons, turners, and other things got pitched.

I have a new timeline to work on. Ellen's coming for a visit in May. I have a small list of big things I want accomplished by then. I'm going to put that list in my control journal, and see about tackling one bigger project each weekend. I'll use the timer, work 15 minutes at a time, and get things done.
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Just a quick post this morning. My sink is still shiny, my counters are clear, and my bathroom is mostly-clean (I have my neti pot stuff out on the counter due to the remnants of a summer cold).

I just wanted to post about some small benefits I've noticed since I've started this.

1. Tools I like but barely used are getting used more.

Since I started doing the dishes nightly, I've started using my non-dishwasher-safe tools more, like the knife set my mother-in-law gave us, and my cast iron skillet. They get washed when they're used and put away to be used again, instead of sitting on the counter for weeks or months at a time, waiting for me to get the energy to do a sinkfull or more of dishes.

2. I'm cooking and baking more.

With the kitchen counters cleaned every night, I'm more apt to take on a larger cooking or baking project on a whim. I know the tools and the space I need are ready for me to use them. I don't have to wheedle and bargain with Matt, "If you clean off the counter for me, I'll make cookies for you." The counter IS cleaned off, and my mixing bowls and tools are clean and waiting.

3. I can keep track of what I have.

I decluttered my mugs. Now, they all fit on the shelf and I know if I'm missing any.

There are more benefits, but I have to get to work, so I should be making a longer post later.
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We've switched our grocery routines a little.  In the past, I would make out the list based on the sales in the flyers and what we were low on, then early Saturday morning, I would try to roust Matt out of bed so we could hit all the stores and be home before noon.  That rarely worked; getting him out of bed early on his days off is a monumental feat, especially for something he hates as much as spending money.


Two weeks ago, we started going to the stores Thursday and Friday evenings on our way home from work.  We usually hit Frys, Safeway and Fresh and Easy on Thursday (those are the closer stores, actually on the way home), and hit the northern stores (Smart and Final, Sprouts, Trader Joes, Albertsons, Bashas, and WalMart) on Friday.  Yesterday, though, since Bashas had a one-day special on deli meat that was enticing, we instead hit Bashas, Fresh and Easy, and Frys.  Safeway and Albertsons had nothing of interest in their ads, we didn't need anything from the other northern stores (other than WalMart, but there's one on the way home), so other than a stop at WalMart tonight for dishwasher detergent, our grocery shopping is done for the week.  That's always a good feeling.


One of the things we picked up this trip were a few tubes of cinnamon rolls that were on markdown.  I can't eat them, but Matt can, and since I usually get up before he does, and he's been making breakfast for me, I figured I could make these for him when I get up.  I actually set my alarm for 5:30 this morning (and was actually awake-ish when it went off, due to putting the book down and turning off the light at 10 pm), and when it went off, I gathered up the clothes I put out the night before, my shoes, and my water bottle, got dressed in the bathroom, preheated the oven, started the coffee and put the cinnamon rolls in the oven.


They had to bake for 15 minutes.  Remembering FlyLady's statement, "You can do anything for 15 minutes," I set the timer on my phone for 14 minutes and went to work in the little bathroom.


The main bathroom has been under control since the shelves went into the medicine cabinet.  However, I don't think I've cleaned the guest bathroom since our last guest left...in April.  It didn't look bad, to a casual look, but I could see some areas that needed work.  I grabbed the window cleaner and a microfiber towel, and went to work. 


The mirror still has some hard water spots that I'll have to go over with a vinegar-water mix, and the floor still needs some work, but I got all the soap scum and cat prints off the counter, and some of the worst spots off the floor.  Plus, the toilet's been swished with some wiping around the seat area, so it's better than it was.





Yes, I staged the towel.  It's about the color I want to paint in there.





Again, not shown: cat who likes to sleep in the sink.  Usually Scamp or Patch.





No more black spots on the tile in front of the toilet!


I finished up with 3 minutes to spare, so I made sure the computer was on and Firefox was loading, then went to pour my coffee, take the rolls out of the oven, and drizzle the icing over them.


Today's BabyStep is to include laundry in your daily routine.  Well, It's just Matt and me, so we don't have enough to do laundry every day.  Having gotten the kitchen under control, I don't have to slog through a counter-load of dirty dishes on the weekends anymore.  We've had our laundry-sorting hampers in place for a few years, and Matt understands the difference between "darks" and "colors" now, so I don't have more than 4 loads by Saturday, anyway.  I preflight the whites (the largest load) on Friday night, taking it from the hamper to an easier-to-maneuver basket.  Then, when I wake up on Saturday, dress, and make the bed, I can just grab the basket and get that first load started while I make breakfast.  I also put a stain-stick on my dresser, by the hampers, so if I've dropped something on my shirt or pants during the day, I can pretreat it right before it goes into the hamper, while I'm still thinking about it.  That's helped on many occasions.  It even got out the washed-in stain from the purple lip balm I made.  No trace of it on that white shirt anymore.  Good stuff.



I may have to set aside another basket for my microfiber towels, since they're not supposed to be washed with fabric softener, and I use one a day in the main bathroom.  I can wash them with the regular towels (again, no fabric softener), but I need a spot to put the dirty ones.
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I haven't had much energy these past few weeks.  When before, I was waking up half an hour to five minutes before the alarm went off, up until today, I was waking blearily as the alarm was going off.  Today for some reason, my body decided 4:40 am was a good time to get up. 

Last week was a good progress week for FLYing.  Over the weekend, I cleaned out my closet and my dresser, throwing away anything ripped, stained, or overly-worn-out (t-shirts with the graphics all cracked and peeling, for example), and gathering for Goodwill anything that didn't fit or wasn't flattering.  I made exceptions for some things with memories attached, like the Todd Eldredge-autographed shirt, but I ended up with three kitchen-bags full of clothing headed for Goodwill.

Last Friday, we stopped at Hobby Lobby and found 2 nice pieces of basswood that made replacement shelves for the medicine cabinet.  Since we moved in, I've only been able to store a few things in there, due to the lack of shelves.  All the pill bottles, cough syrup, cotton swabs, etc., had to live on the counter.  Not anymore!



I also went through the pills, consolidating some partial bottles and boxes, and throwing out anything expired.  Getting all that off the counter made it easier to then wipe up the counter and clean off the mirrors.  Now, I can easily wipe down the counter in the evening after brushing my teeth.

 
Not pictured: cat who likes to sleep in the sink.


Yes, I realize now that the shower curtain rod is crooked.  And yes, it does now bother me.



Babystep-wise, I've added making the bed to the morning routine, and reading the FLYLady e-mails and testimonials have been added.  Earlier this week, it was "set a bed time and stick to it."  Right now, I don't have a specific one, just "between 10 and 10:30."  I'm aiming for 10, as I read somewhere that the human body gets the best rest between 10 pm and 6 am.  I don't remember where I read that, but since 6 am is the alarm time, 10 pm is a good bedtime.  I added "check on the cats in the back room" to my morning routine, since I sometimes forget. 

I'm reading the Flight Plans, and sometimes doing the missions.  Yesterday, after gathering the trash, I swept the bathroom floor, then took one of the microfiber cloths ($5 for 8 at Walmart, auto department), wet it down, and cleaned up the tile around the toilet, the edge and front of the bathtub, got the lizard blood off the floor (thanks, Scamp), some of the mystery yellow streaks off the walls, and wiped down the baseboards.  It's a little tricky to get the floor near the toilet and the wall near the tub/shower clean, as it looks like there's adhesive around the base of the toilet and the edge of the tub that wasn't applied with care.

My arm is still giving me troubles; the hand and fingers are stiff and don't like to bend in the mornings.  I haven't found a doctor yet, mainly because I haven't had the energy to sit at my computer and search through all the sites, then make all the calls.  My kitchen sink is still shiny; we do the large dishes every night, drying and putting away.  In fact, my dish drainer now lives in the garage.  I haven't had to set it up in two weeks.

Matt's been working on the boxes still in the garage.  Those are mostly books and his wolf statues.  Some of these things have been in boxes since we moved to Arizona almost five years ago.  The wolves, because we've never had anyplace he could set them up.  The books...well, I'm thinking it may be time for me to let go.  A number of them were HMTL or web design books I picked up on discounts, or writing guides I'd kept from my classes.  The computer books are now all out of date, and the writing guides haven't been opened in years.  Most of those are probably out of date, as well.

This weekend is designated for me to work on my craft room.  I'll be using the timer on my phone to take it in 15-minute increments, do a little at a time, and get things put away where I can find them.   Then, maybe I can think about getting it painted, getting the work table I want, and having a little place I can retreat to.
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So after yesterday's mishaps, I now know that I shouldn't watch tv before doing the kitchen part of my nightly routine.  This morning, I was dragging, and only woke up a minute or two before the alarm went off.  I gagged on my joint pills, which I haven't done in quite some time.  I was tired and achy all day, due to getting to bed so much later than usual.  But, I got my morning routine done.  Dressed to shoes, emptied the dishwasher, set the timer on my phone for 5 minutes, and finished decluttering the desk in the office.  You can actually see the top now!

It occurs to me, though, that the only thing that desk really gets used for as of now is a clutter-catcher.  The drawers get used for storage, but again, how much of that is useful and how much is actually cluttery stuff that can be thrown out, I don't know offhand.  Once Matt gets his storage unit for his computer stuff, maybe we'll go through the drawers and decide if we really need that desk or not.  Or at least, if we need it in HERE.  It could possibly go into the guest room.  Something to think about.

Upon getting home, Matt started dinner, and I started working on today's Babystep: "You can do ANYTHING for 15 minutes."  She suggests setting the timer for 15 minutes, and gathering trash.  Then, when that goes off, setting it for 15, and sitting down, feet up, with a magazine.  Instead, I set the timer for 15 minutes and worked on the craft room.  I had some things in there that went into the Donate box, some things that got thrown away, and a few piles sorted out into different areas.  When the timer went off, I stood up and walked away.  I need to go back in tonight, though, and grab the "bathroom" pile and the "office" pile.  Then I set the timer for 15 minutes and got on my computer, chatted with a friend, took one of those receipt surveys, and with 4 minutes left, Matt came to let me know dinner was ready.

After dinner, I packed lunches with the leftovers, did the dishes, wiped off the counters and stovetop, programmed the coffee, and shined out the sink.  All that's left to do on the before-bed routine is to set out tomorrow's clothes, shower, and brush my teeth. 

Tomorrow's BabyStep is to add an Inspirational Page to my control journal.  In FlyLady's words:
  • On this page I want you to spend 15 minutes writing down some of your favorite inspirational phrases. Some of mine are; You can do anything for 15 minutes, Housework done incorrectly still blesses your family and You can’t organize clutter; you can only get rid of it. I know you have others that you love. Use this page as a place to write them down when you see something that touches your heart.
...I don't really have any "inspirational phrases."  I kind of see them as cheesy, insipid, and not very inspiring at all.  What I might look for is the passage in Proverbs that my mother-in-law likes. 
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Yesterday, I identified something that derails my routine.  After dinner, Matt and I took our dessert into the den to watch something we recorded.  When that show ended, we happened to find Blazing Saddles on AMC.  Before we knew it, it was 10 pm, the dishes weren't done, leftovers weren't put away, nothing in my before-bed routine was done.  We quickly finished loading the dishwasher, set it to running, packed lunches, did dishes, set up the coffee pot, and wiped out the sink and counters.  I brushed my teeth, set out my clothes, and fell into bed not long before 11. 

New rule:  no television until the dishes are done and put away.



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Friday: I woke up at three a.m.  My right arm was just a mass of burning, stinging pain, going from my middle and ring finger, up my wrist, arm, and elbow.  Making a fist was an effort.  The fingers were stinging and tingling like they'd fallen asleep, but unlike when they fall asleep, I could still feel it if I poked them.  I got out of bed around three-thirty, as lying there very still wasn't doing anything.  I took some ibuprofin, turned on the computer, and just waited for it to dissipate.

I know I had planned that when I woke up, I'd get up and start my day, but three-thirty am was just too early.  Plus, my arm wasn't in the best shape to start doing dishes or anything like that.  I don't really remember what I did; I know I went to Facebook, and logged into the chat portion of my game, hoping someone would be on who could offer sympathy.  I also looked up my doctor's information again, so I could call and schedule an appointment.

My brain was still tired from Thursday.  My body was still tired.  I couldn't make the effort.  Around five am, I crawled back into bed, hoping I could get another hour of sleep before having to get up.  I don't think I actually slept.  When the alarm went off, my body felt like lead.  Matt got up, washed the pans, put away the fryer, and made chili for lunch.  I could barely pull myself out of bed, get dressed, and put my shoes on.  Luckily, with the coffee already programmed, I could get that on my way out the door.  The coffee was working on me by the time I got to work, which was good, as I was asked to start an hour early.  I asked to wait until after 8, so I could make my doctor's appointment.

I got a rude surprise: after fighting the IVR and finally getting a live person, I found out that not only did my doctor MOVE, his hours are now totally while I'm at work.  I can't afford to lose time from work to see the doctor, so that's his final straw.  It's time to start researching doctors again.  Luckily, the arm settled down during the day, and I was actually functional.

We went to Ikea after work, to get a new end table for the den so I can have my plastic storage drawers back.  Dinner there.  We also went to Office Max, where I got a binder pocket for my control journal, more Tul pens as the last ones I bought were running out, and the Tul mechanical pencils I've been lusting after for years.  Yes, I am an office supply nerd.

When we got home, I don't really remember what we did.   I think I may have organized the morning dishes and at least wiped out the sink.  Started the dishwasher.  Shower, and bed.

Saturday morning, I got up, and no, did not get dressed to shoes.  I hadn't set out my clothing, and I wasn't sure what I was going to wear to the movies, so I figured shoes could wait.  I did at least put on a bra tank top and some shorts.  I washed the dishes, emptied the dishwasher and started laundry.  By then, Matt was up...and I talked him into making waffles.  I clipped last week's coupons while he was waffling, getting them into the organizer.  The coupon organizer is now in the tray by the microwave (the book goes into the bedroom now), as well as a pair of scissors I got as part of a homemade sewing kit when I was less than 10 years old.  We ate breakfast at the table, washed those dishes, then got ready and went to the movies (Cowboys and Aliens).

After the movies, we went to the Habitat for Humanity ReStore, looking for shelves for the medicine cabinet.  When we were moving, we noticed the cabinet had no shelves.  We tried to take the shelves from the old house, but they didn't quite fit (which we found odd, given that the houses were built at the same time by the same builders).  I'd remembered a big stack of shelves one of the last times we went there (like, over a year ago), but this time, no shelves.  The cabinets they had for sale didn't have shelves, either!  So, that was fruitless.  There was a nice couch set there, but no price on it, so it was probably already sold, and we couldn't have afforded it this week anyway.   A stop at WalMart, where I got some small canning jars on clearance (to use for lotions and other assorted bath stuffs), and we came home.  

Matt built the new end table, which is actually a nightstand.  The eventual plan is store a few microfiber cloths, a can of the Pledge multisurface spray, the cat brushes and the cat nail clippers in the top drawer.  I searched online for replacement shelves, only finding one place that sells them, and they're not the right kind.  The new plan is to visit a hobby store and look for balsa wood we can cut to size. 

I really want those shelves.  Having shelves in there would get all the pills and other medicine stuff off the counter and reduce a lot of the clutter, making the morning swipe a lot easier (Once I get to that stage of the cleaning--it's BabyStep 24). 

We made pizza for dinner, and ate in the den while watching some things we'd recorded.  One thing with the evening routines, we don't watch as much television as we used to.  Well, the routines and Matt's new video game.  He's more interested in playing that than watching something.  We eat at the table most nights instead of in the den.  But Saturday night, we ate in the den, and when we were done, I just shuffled into bed. 

Sunday: I woke up thinking about all the things I didn't do Saturday.  I didn't finish the laundry.  I didn't do the dishes or shine the sink.  I didn't shower.  I didn't, I didn't, I didn't.  Those would be the negative thoughts creeping in, the ones telling me I never finish what I start, that I burn out, I lose interest, I flit around from project to project like a drunken bumblebee.  The voices reminding me of my past failures, that I won't ever amount to anything because I can never finish anything.  

I got up.  I did the dishes.  I took the laundry from the drier into the bedroom and put the laundry in the washer into the dryer.  I wiped down the counters; I made coffee. I got the newspaper from outside, got the coupons from it, and put the rest in the recycle bin.  I went through the coupons, clipped the ones I wanted, put them in the organizer, and put the scraps in the recycle bin.  I could tell my negative voices things...or I could show them.  Actions speaking louder than words.  They.  Would.  Not.  Win.

I'm on day 8 of BabySteps.  The day I officially create my Control Journal.  I'm pleased with it: a purple 3-ring binder, just a plain, Avery 3-ring binder, with 5-Star reinforced 3-hole paper, a sheet protector in the front for my calendar, and the purple-and-black binder pocket, with purple-handled scissors in the big zippered pocket, one of the Tul pens and one of the Tul pencils in the pencil loops, and an eraser and purple paperclips in the small mesh zippered pocket (yes, I like purple!  My new water bottle is ALSO purple!).  It's kind of like prepping for back-to-school, which I can tell you, is a lot more fun on the student side than it is on the office supply retailer side.  Imagine that!
Tomorrow is Day 9: Declutter a few minutes at a time.  She calls it a Five-Minute Room Rescue, and it's added to the morning routine. 
  • Spend just 5 minutes clearing a path in your worst room. You know this area of your home: the place you would never allow anyone to see. Just 5 minutes a day for the next 27 days and you will have a place that you can be proud to take anyone!
That's kind of a toughie.  Right now, though, the worst room is either the office or my craft room.  The office can't really be touched until Matt gets his shelving unit (next weekend, maybe), but I can work on the secondary desk.  I think that will be it.  Desk clean-up, five minutes at a time.

Now to do my evening routine, and start Monday fresh.
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As I mentioned yesterday, BabyStep 3 was "Keep doing what you have already done."  I did that: got dressed to shoes in the am, and shined my sink before going to bed.  I also did my daily task-list.  What I've been doing is thinking of a few things that need to be done, then texting Matt the list.  Yesterday's task list was: finish processing the meat we bought Friday night; go through the spices in the cabinet, refilling the empties and making a list for when we go to Penzey's; start a load of darks; cook dinner; program coffee; pack lunch; wash dishes; shine sink. 

This isn't a list of things I want to do each night.  This is a list of things to get done each night.  Matt did a lot of it last night.   He started the laundry (and switched it to the dryer; I brought it in and we both folded and put away before bed); he finished processing the meat (breaking up the big packs into individual meal portions, wrapping and freezing); and did most of the grunt work on the spices.  I was working on dinner (spaghetti with tomato-zucchini sauce), and I did the dishes, programmed the coffee, packed my lunch and shined the sink.



Day Three.  The coffee is prepped for the morning, and in a bout of inspiration, I washed the coffee grinder (outside, too), refilled the small sugar container, and put both grinder and sugar up into the cabinet when I was done.

And guess what?



The other side of the kitchen is clean, too!  I mentioned to Matt that something I'd like to happen every day is for the electric griddle (that he cooks breakfast and sometimes dinner on) to be cleaned and put away.  It usually sits out to the right of the stove, greasy and gritty, taking up space and being an eyesore.  He did so, then later that evening grumbled good-naturedly, "I sure am doing a lot of stuff for this FlyLady thing."  Everything on the list (including my shower!) was finished by 8 pm, giving me an hour and a half in my game.

Today is BabyStep 4: "Write it down."  You're supposed to write down what you've been doing ("Shine sink," "Get dressed to shoes") on post-it notes and put them over the sink and on the bathroom mirror.  While I can see the logic behind this, I'm not so sure I'll be doing it.  For one thing, having post-it notes on my mirror and kitchen blinds will bother me.  For another, I don't know if I have any post-its at home.

I did sort of skip ahead last night, though.  I'm not sure what BabyStep it is, but as we folded clothes last night, I set out the clothes to wear today.  This step will be helpful, as I'm usually getting dressed in the dark.  One of the other things I've started doing is getting up when I wake up.  The alarm, as mentioned yesterday, is set for 6 am.  Most mornings, though, I wake up between 5:30 and 5:50.  Instead of rolling around, tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable for those last few minutes in bed, I've decided to just get up, go to the bathroom, and start my morning.

Another skip-ahead (sort of) I've been doing is finding and taming the "clutter hot-spots."  I saw them mentioned in the weekly sneak peek FlyLady e-mail, and decided on my own to do something with them.  One of the biggies was beside the microwave.  I used to just deposit the mail there.  I kept meaning to get better at that, and I did start throwing the junk mail in the recycle bin before even coming inside, but everything else just got dumped there.  It was also where I kept my purse, and it was getting precarious.  Sunday evening, I went through the pile, making 3 stacks: throw away, shred, keep.  I threw away the obvious trash (old grocery ads, empty envelopes, old catalogues), then got Matt to double-check my shred and keep stacks.  Final result?



A nice clean tray for my purse, my Pepcid, a pack of gum, and whatever book I happen to be reading at the time.  I just finished one, so one's not there at the moment.  The other hot spot I took care of Monday night, while Matt was making dinner.  That was the tops of the dressers.  One thing I need is a different jewelry box.  I need one with taller hooks, as most of my necklaces are long, and space to store all my velvet jewelry boxes.  Those things are a pain to dust, but I don't want to get rid of them yet.

As for the "slight obsession:" I tried to shine the sink in the breakroom at work yesterday on my lunch break.  It's only a few months old, and already has limescale buildup.  I didn't have time for more than a quick wipe-down with Windex, though, so it's still scaly.

This morning: up at 5:30.  Dressed to shoes.  Started the coffee (the program doesn't kick on until 5:50, so I just hit the button).  Started a batch of quinoa for Matt's lunch.  Had a bowl of cereal, fixed my cup of coffee, fed the cats, got the plates and forks from the office, and sat down to read e-mail and post this.  My book for today is by my purse, my lunchbag is in the fridge, my water bottle is filled, and it's only 6:42. 
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We've seen Fabuloso, a cleaning product, at various locations, so when we were getting cleaning supplies we decided to give it a try.

Well, I think part of the problem was the fact that the mop just sort of picked up the dirt and redistributed it in a thinner layer.  But the fumes from the Fabuloso are stuck in the back of my throat, aggravating the already sore section.  :-p  And it's not clearing out, despite open windows and fans going.  It's like a sickly-sweet thick scent.

From now on, I'm sticking to Pine-Sol.
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Not only am I still bored, but now I'm morose, a condition exacerbated by my dropping my bowl of comfort ice cream on the floor this morning.

I need to clean. Seriously. The kitchen disgusts me, and it takes a lot to disgust me, cleaning-wise. I'm working on reclaiming the guest room as a guest room and our bedroom as our bedroom, since it's been a month now that Matt and I've been sleeping in the guest room (ever since the waterbed sprung a leak and we slept in there while the patch was sealing). I have a guest coming in two weeks, and she'll need the guest room.

But while the flesh is willing to clean, the spirit is in a blue funk and just can't seem to handle the mounting mountain of dishes, laundry, and other varied and sundry cleaning duties. Matt's too tired to do any of it, between work, school and meeting. He'll try. But it doesn't last.

Add in medication that makes me feel like I constantly have to pee, and a growing obsession with having meals at the lake, and I am in a seriously weird state of mind. I don't want to deal with decisions. Even something as simple as, "Do you want broccoli on your pizza?" sets me off screaming, "I don't care, just make a freaking decision!!!" I know he's trying to be helpful, but I just want the pizza, I don't care what's on it anymore.

I need time off from work. A lot of time. Like two weeks. Two weeks where I can get this place together, plus get in some rest and hopefully not have to worry about anyone else's needs. Not going to happen, as I'm only part-time and don't have vacation time or anything, but it would be nice.
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Must have been allergies to something. Second day of Claritin, and the itch seems to have subsided. Plus, I've been doing laundry all day. Pretty much washing all the clothes and bedding in the apartment, as we have a serious problem when it comes to folding and putting away laundry. So, a lot of it spills over, and we can't tell what's clean and what's not. So, it's all getting washed again, and I'm actually folding and putting away, too! Plus, I swept the bathroom floor and scrubbed the counter. I'm feeling pretty damn good about myself today, I think.
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Second day of circuit assembly today. Yay. Whoopie. Another 2-hour car trip, then five hours or so of "uplifting" talks, then two hours in the car back home.

Can't I go back to bed?

ETA: I'm not going today. Matt's letting me stay home, as I was in a bad mental state yesterday, and woke up totally cranky and tired today. Part of that is the inlaws being here. I love my inlaws, but I just don't like having other people in the house. Sets me off instantly. I just want to be left alone. I don't want three people asking me, "Are you going to eat your muffin?" when I've already answered the damn question once, loudly. The answer hasn't changed.

I'm curled around my coffee mug like Gollum and his precious. Caffeine, sweet caffeine. I need something to make me sane, to keep me from snapping, from going off the cliffs of insanity once again.

I think I'll start the dishwasher and go back to bed. They'll all be gone until five or six, so maybe I can get some kitchen cleaning done.

See, Thursday, Matt kept telling me, "Oh, the parents won't be here until seven or eight tonight." Wrong. They left Ohio at FOUR IN THE FREAKING MORNING. So they were here at three in the afternoon. No warning. No time to get the kitchen fully cleaned. So there are still lots of dishes on the counters, and I know Matt gets annoyed that he can't get to the counters. I got annoyed this morning when I went to make coffee and had to bang and crash around to get to the coffee maker. Plus, the carafe decided it didn't want to pour straight today, so I got water all over the counter, and later coffee down the side of the cup as I tried to fill it.

I don't celebrate Christmas anymore, but if I did, I know what I'd be asking for. A heaping dose of sanity and mental well-being. But as a friend of mine pointed out, when you don't celebrate Christmas or birthdays, people don't tend to get you gifts. So no sanity for me this year. Unless once Matt gets some more certifications and can get his dream job with my dream insurance. Full mental health coverage would be a beautiful thing.

Oh, and Lime Shrimp Ramen sucks ass. Sort of tastes like it, too. And three-day-old Lime Shrimp Ramen definitely SMELLS like ass. I'm gonna go start the dishwasher and go back to bed.

Hee

Aug. 23rd, 2005 02:44 pm
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As a belated 11-month anniversary present to my husband, I cleaned the bathroom. Sort of. I did the toilet, the sinks/counter, and the mirror. Those faucets SPARKLE.

Why is this a "gift?" Because I hate cleaning. I think this is only the second time since we've moved here that I've willing cleaned the bathroom. But he likes things to be clean. It makes him happy. So as a present, I cleaned the bathroom. Not quite done yet, I still need to do laundry (the never-ending curse) and sweep/mop the floor. But when he arrives home at 5:30 (in yikes, 2.5 hours), the bathroom will be pretty, and he will be pleased.

Now what to do for the one-year, next month.... (ponders)
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I talked to Matt Friday about the dishes thing. He agreed that yes, he and Chris (read: Matt) should do the big dishes every night. So Friday night, he comes home from work...too tired to do dishes. And nothing got done Saturday night. Sunday we had leftovers, so nothing. And here it is, Monday morning, and my "job" for the day is (drumroll please) doing the big dishes that piled up over the weekend. (screams, tears hair out)

Plus, there's no money for grocery shopping this week (as far as I know), so I won't be following the menus in the book. Who knows what we'll end up having. (bangs head on desk)

My life was not supposed to turn out like this. I was not supposed to be a crazy housewife maid. I hate cleaning. I chose to get married on an equinox thinking it would symbolize equality in everything in the marriage. Yes, I respect him as my head. But that doesn't mean I should get shafted with all the dishes!!!! Hell, the roommate should help more than starting the dishwasher now and then.

He doesn't understand when I rant about being the primary dishwasher all through high school. He claims that should have trained me to do dishes. I explain, over and over, that it conditioned me to hate cleaning and doing dishes. The longer I spend doing dishes, the worse my mood gets. I'm ready to kill by the time I finish. Seeing bare counters scares me. It's not normal!! Just thinking about having to scrub pots and pans today is making me upset. I don't want to do it. I really don't want to do it. I want to work on my sewing, work on the two outfits I have planned so I can have some spending money. But if I don't get the kitchen clean, I'll get a lecture that I don't want to deal with, either.

(frustrated sigh) This would be good motivation to get a job. He wouldn't be able to use the "but you're home more" argument as to why I have to clean. Get a job that takes me out of state three months at a time and pays to put me up in a hotel and eat out. Anyone know a job like that?
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Well, I'm on day six of the 30-day eating plan. Most of the recipes were decent (the meatloaf left a little to be desired, but thanks to Matt, I've become a meatloaf snob). The only problem I've had with it recently is that some days, even with the eating every 3 hours...I get hungry every hour and a half. :-P

Oh, and I've spent nearly $200 on groceries this week. I tell myself that a good portion of the things I've bought are "pantry" items, items that aren't just for this week. But then I look over the menus and realize how much I've left off the menu/shopping list (like, all the different flakes and seeds and nuts needed for the multi-grain cereal, and capers, and pine nuts...). Add in that husband and roommate still need "normal" things like bread, lunchmeat, and cheese, and I don't feel too bad about the grocery budget for this past week. And where ARE capers and pine nuts in the grocery stores?? I looked for capers with salad items, with pickles, with italian...I looked for pine nuts with baking nuts, with snack nuts, with international foods...nothing.

I haven't even had a chance to look at what I need for next week. o_O; And I don't know if I'll have anything money-wise for groceries for next week. Chris gave me $25, but that all went into still-needed items for today and tomorrow. Oh, and milk. Those boys burn through milk like nothing I've ever seen before.

And it's been too hot to motivate myself to get across the street to the fitness center. But I put Walk Away the Pounds on the top of my Netflix list, so it should be here soon. We'll see if I like it. If I do, I'll see about getting Chris to copy it for me until I can afford to buy a copy for myself.

I need to do some sewing so I can afford to pick up Half-Blood Prince this weekend or so. One of the downfalls about being a stay-at-home wife: no income of my own to spend as I wish. Unless I do little projects like the sewing, I don't have any "mad money." I just haven't had the energy to sew. Or clean. Or workout. Or do anything other than sit at my computer, watch tv, or nap. I'm wondering if it's because I'm back on my pills. If that's so, I hope this levels out after the first few batches of pills. I'd hate to lose the first week of every pack to hormone-related fatigue.

Plus Chris's parents are coming in this weekend, so it falls to me, the stay-at-home, to clean. I tried using the "but they're not my parents, I don't care what they think" approach in arguing against it, but Matt trumped me with the "but you're home more" approach. (grump, sulk) Besides, isn't there a universal kitchen law that states "The one who cooks is exempt from the cleanup?" I do fracking all the cooking. Matt and Chris should be able to pitch in and do a load of dishes. And I don't mean just tossing what can go in, into the dishwasher, adding a tablet and starting it. I mean the heavy-duty cleanup. The pots and pans that don't go in the dishwasher. Why can't they team up after dinner and wash them? One wash, one dry and put away. I spent an hour or more on dinner, it's the least they could do. Or even just put the fracking leftovers away. (sigh)

But on the plus side, Sci-Fi Friday starts up again tonight. New SG-1, new Atlantis (we're rooting for the Wraith, is that bad?), and new Galactica!!! I'm excited. I'll be watching the first section by myself, most likely, as Matt doesn't get out of work until 8 at the earliest and it takes him half an hour to get home, and as mentioned above, Chris's parents are coming into town. Too bad I don't have an air popper. That'd be the perfect time to have the 3 cups air-popped popcorn allowed as a snack. I'll make do with the apples an yogurt. Mmmm.

An aside

Jul. 13th, 2005 10:57 am
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Sunday, we cleaned the bedroom.  We found several wads of cotton under the bed.  That reminded me of this strip.

I don't think I want to know what happened to the strings...

Huh

Apr. 25th, 2005 02:54 pm
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I seem to have been in a cleaning mood today.  I finally did the hand-dishes, cleaned the kitchen floor, did laundry without being asked, reorganized the closet, again, picked up some things in the bedroom, and finally mended the shirt Matt's needed mended for a year. 

These moods are rare.  I try to take advantage of them when they come. 

Week four

Mar. 28th, 2005 12:09 pm
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Well, it's the start of week four of my diet and exercise regime. I'm down about 15 or 20 lbs. I had a sabotaged week when I went back into the workforce and quit. Last weekend was shot when hubby was home and we celebrated anniversary. I was actually doing okay until 2 things: 1) hubby bought a ginormous bag of Reeses Pieces, and 2) I let him serve my lunch Sunday, and he put half my day's allotment of food into that one meal.

But, I'm back on track today. I did my weights, and I may be going walking later (if the sky stays clear). I need to wash off my water bottle, take my vitamins, and eat lunch. I still need to get back into the habit of eating breakfast when I get up, instead of getting absorbed into my computer and the tv.

I also need to pick up the apartment today. My friend comes out for a visit this weekend, and even though we roomed together for four years in college, and she knows I'm a slob, I'd still like the place to look nice. That and she's meeting my husband for the first time. I think she's still worried that I hooked up with someone wrong for me, like all my old boyfriends. I'm hoping that when she sees Matt, sees us together, she'll realize I made the exact right choice.

Walkies

Mar. 23rd, 2005 01:51 pm
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Well, I'm back on my walking schedule again. It was 68 degrees with 69% humidity. Yikes. I really really really need to get a shower, but the diswasher is running and I don't know if my poor little water heater can handle both at once. Hopefully the dishwasher will stop soon and I can go hose off (and play with my new razor, yay).

Then I get to scrub the kitchen floor. Whoopie. :-P

Sometimes I think being the housewife really isn't all it's cracked up to be. Then I remember being in the work force, and think, "Hey, what's scrubbing a floor once a week, after all?"

Still, it would be nice to get a paycheck for it. :-P

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