One Step at a Time

Is it just me or is "Clean House" running out of dirty houses to clean up? Or is my house just getting so bad that the one's on tv are starting to look like ringers... um, not that damned dirty, by comparison? Seriously before the yelling began yesterday (about 4:30pm as my neighbors can attest to) we could've easily qualified for a little help from Niecey Nash and her crew. Damn shame she left the show, it's just not the same without her. Anyway, there was much yelling and whining and threatening, but by dinner time everything was looking good... um, not so bad I'd have stand at the front door to bar entrance of any possible visitors. Well, it's a start anyway. Baby steps...

Sitting in my living room, once again mocking me is my exercise glider. My girls? They think it is the greatest toy EVAH! Really, only kids think exercising is fun, right? RIGHT?! Where was this menacing piece of machinery before? Well, it was being held hostage by the dust bunnies behind the door in my bedroom. Was so! Okay so I put it back there to make room for the Winter Wonderland in my living room at Christmas. But obviously it was being held there against my will because I put the room back to normal Dec. 27th. Yeah, huh! Anyway, for some reason my lovely children decided this weekend it would be fun to pull out the glider to play on. I figured what the hell, bringing it back out into sight might guilt me into using it. Not so much... just moderate heckling under it's breath so far.

Also joining in on the trash talk are the scraps of paper on the table next to me. Various grocery receipts dug from the depths of my car that I scribbled on while I was sitting waiting to pick up Brooke in car line. Why? Because I had all these ideas for blog posts floating around in my head and wanted to get something written down before I forgot all my good... um, any ideas. Now that's technology for you, I have an iPhone and still have to resort to jotting down thoughts on trash. And yes, I could have typed them directly into blogger on my iPhone. Operative word COULD. Typing on the iPhone should be reserved for Twitter and Facebook updates. In other words < 140 characters. Hey ideas are good, right? Eventually maybe they will turn into actual posts.

Well at least My discombobulated life seems to be finally starting to fall into a routine, step by step. Baby steps count, right?


"just moderate heckling under it's breath so far."


My Gazelle is a cheeky bastard that has been relegated to the somewhat out of site dining room, but I can still hear it taunting me loudly. Especially when I walk into the kitchen to get the cheesecake out of the fridge. Then it's all just "Tony Little would just have a field day with your wide-assed-self. Put the cheesecake DOWN woman!" You would think with all the bells and whistles on that thing there would be a mute button.

February 23, 2009 at 11:18 PM  

Ueah, you're right -- it takes steps (and my opinion, "routine."). Today was glass table day in the living rm -- every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Takes 5 mins (with a squeegee) and they always look good. I also do the pickup in the a.m. and then again before 5 p.m. and then the final pillow fluff before bed (done). Honestly, I don't even think about it any more. Best to you -- and I posted a free Quizno's sub today on the blog.

February 24, 2009 at 1:54 AM  

Ok, what was that? UP there? Fluffing, squeegeeing?
Baby steps...little victories.
And yes, I thought I heard some noise this afternoon...was it you guys? Or me? Not sure....but I am ready to roll in the big green garbage cans to the girls rooms. My kids live like homeless drunks. really.
take care.
Oh, did I tell you I am getting a Dyson????
:)ha ha

February 24, 2009 at 8:10 AM  

Don't let the exercise equipment guilt you. Use it for what most of us do...a very expensive clothes rack. This way it is both useful and invisible, thus no sorrow that it is not being used, because it is, and no guilt for not exercising, because you can't see it.

February 24, 2009 at 9:56 AM  

LOL. Yeah, I can't watch Clean House since Niecey Nash left. It isn't the same.

I'm the same way. All these cool ideas for blog posts. But no paper to write them down even though my very fancy phone could remind me if I just typed in a note...and then..I resort to Memes because I can't think of anything to say.

February 24, 2009 at 11:40 AM  

I am a huge slob and I should totally be on the show. I have tackled one big problem...slobby cars. They are now clean. That's a step, right?

February 24, 2009 at 2:34 PM  

Your house & my house? Same problem, but only the 9yo thinks the machines are fun, though: fun to use, fun to play Legos on...) Except it's my dh on the weekends who loses it and manages to get the boys to help. Then I freak out because they are "doing it wrong." Turns out I'm a who is so anal that I don't get it done myself, either... because I don't "have time to do it right." Sheesh.

And the paper monster vomits on a regular basis, following me around into every single room.

February 24, 2009 at 5:44 PM  

Busy Bee, don't be scared.

Pardon me for saying so, but rather than judge, you might see it makes sense. I can clean 3 glass tables in five minutes with the squeegee -- more time, no streaks. The picking up means a neat and clean home.

BTW, I learned these tactics from cleaning other people's homes.

February 25, 2009 at 5:02 AM  

My house totally qualifies. I'm currently at the point where I don't let the UPS guy see inside. For real.

March 2, 2009 at 11:11 PM  

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