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It’s ten o’clock at night. I have done all I can do. I am ready for bed.

I can tell, though, that you are itching to know whether I got it all done or not. At least, I presume so as you’ve read this far. If you are humouring me, you are doing an excellent job 🙂

  • Get dressed. Yes! I managed to be fully clothed before going to the doctor’s. The doctor doesn’t know how lucky he is.
  • Take oldest one to doctor. Yes!
  • Clean up at home. Especially after smallest one took a lot of time and trouble to smoosh banana into the kitchen floor. Still not enough. I did nothing since the lunchtime post. Yuck.
  • Do a long and tedious work related email. Yes, but it took forever. And I realise I have one equally long one to do tomorrow. So it stays on the list for now. Sigh.
  • Pay that garage bill. At least I know how much I should pay, and I have found the chequebook. Hmm. Done. Just now. But missed the post. Blast it.
  • Do forms for oldest one and middle one’s school trips. And pay. Nope. Will have to be tomorrow.
  • Organise my teaching stuff. Tomorrow.
  • Re-think my teaching plans to include what I learned on an amazing Natal Hypnotherapy study day I just went on. Tomorrow.
  • Work out how to get the second freezer working. Read the rest of this entry »
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I type this in my jim-jams, soon after despatching middle child to kindly neighbour who is taking her to school.   I have smallest one and oldest one still here.  Oldest one needs to see the doctor about a sudden and violent onset of hayfever in about half an hour.  Smallest one as a result can’t go to her music sensory toddler group Hartbeeps (which I recommend if you have any small children; it’s delightful), but hey, that’s the way things go.

Here is a list of what I need to do today.

  • Get dressed!
  • Take oldest one to doctor.
  • Clean up at home.  Especially after smallest one took a lot of time and trouble to smoosh banana into the kitchen floor.
  • Do a long and tedious work related email.
  • Pay that garage bill. At least I know how much I should pay, and I have found the chequebook.
  • Do forms for oldest one and middle one’s school trips.  And pay.
  • Organise my teaching stuff.
  • Re-think my teaching plans to include what I learned on an amazing Natal Hypnotherapy study day I just went on.
  • Work out how to get the second freezer working.
  • Try to diminish Mount Washmore

I have a magnet on my fridge that says this.
It eases the guilt a little.
(Image courtesy of 2wired2tired.com)

  • Rediscover the floor in our bedroom
  • Iron the clothes taking over the biggest wardrobe
  • Contact 7 couples that I will be teaching next week.
  • Keep smallest one from misadventures.
  • Try to spend time with smallest one in spite of all the above.

There’s probably more.

I have managed to get my phone’s timer to work properly, so I will attempt all this with the “You can do anything for 15 minutes” approach mentioned recently.

What Flylady doesn’t tell you is the effect of blogging about being disorganised:

  1. You are more likely to get things done if you tell people about it.
  2. You are likely to take twice as long because you keep reporting back to the blog.
We’ll see how we go.  Wish me luck.

I will report back! 🙂

After Monday’s partial success, I am typing at 11.30 on a Wednesday morning and, aside from somehow getting the kids to school, I have done absolutely nothing.

I am tired. Very tired. So tired that if anyone tells me anything I don’t want to hear I am liable to go and hide under the duvet until it all goes away.

It’s my own fault, mostly. I went to bed on time. My bedtime routine involves listening to audiobooks. Ideally from my phone, which is free of distractions and sends me to sleep quickly. But for some reason the phone is not downloading any books for me, and as a result I have had to use the iPad instead. I get the same audiobooks, but I also get distraction in spades. All those silly games I mentioned on Monday? It’s worse at night.

I’m therefore running on 5 to 6 hours sleep per night. Clearly I need to sort out what is going on with my phone app. There, that’s job number one. Make sure I check back and let you know if I dealt with it.

Job number one? Oh yes, I forgot to mention. The Flylady mentioned before has a plan for Wednesdays. Yes, Wednesday is Anti-Procrastination Day.

Isn’t that the best name a day can have? I love it.

Anyhow, at half past eleven I have realised this and thought, hmm. Yes, let’s just do it. Let’s get on with it. Let’s not waste an entire day just through tiredness. Let’s make Flylady proud. Even though she doesn’t know I exist, she would be proud. And I will feel pleased with myself by the day’s end.

See how I am galvanising myself into action? Don’t mock it, it’s a rare and precious occurrence.

Here’s the plan. To be done before the school run this afternoon. They don’t call me ambitious Sacha for nothing. Yeah, I know, they don’t call me ambitious Sacha at all. Never mind, just read my list, okay?

Job 1: work out why my phone won’t play audiobooks and come up with a suitable solution.

*** update! I finally managed to think a little laterally and discovered the phone had tried to connect using BT Openzone (which doesn’t work without going to the browser and typing in a password).  A few taps later and everything is hunky dory. Yay! ***

Job 2: post belated birthday pressies to my lovely nephew. Can’t wait for him to see what we chose. Can’t believe we left it lying upstairs for two weeks.

Job 3: stuff the morning routine, but do clean up in the kitchen. Including washing down the counters, which the ants have rediscovered. Ugh. Hmm. Not particularly looking forward to that.

Job 4: phone up the garage and check they haven’t forgotten to resend the bill I told them I’d lost in all our clutter. Maybe they’re as disorganised as me. Naah, surely not.

Job 5: declutter some more. Put away all the clean laundry and tidy up the lounge. And landing. Enough to hoover.

Oh, did I mention I tidied smallest one’s room in 5 minutes flat when I put my mind to it. I put her to bed, and she didn’t want me to leave, so I stayed and tidied till she drifted off. Here’s the ‘before’…

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And here’s the ‘after’.

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Job 7: hoover. I can’t bear to leave it till next week.

Job 8 is for tomorrow. My new-ish work as an antenatal teacher still needs a fair bit of preparation. If I can sort the sleep out and have a vaguely tidy house, that will set me up nicely.

There is of course one more job, which doesn’t feel like a job. Well sometimes it doesn’t, anyway. Spend some time with smallest one. Snotty still, but in a very good mood. Her smiles always cheer me up, even when I’m in a terrible mood. Adorable child. 🙂

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It’s quarter past five. I have got the kitchen into a state where I can actually mop the floor. I have also…mopped the floor. And tidied the hall (the smallest, and therefore most manageable room on the ground floor).

That’s it. Well, from the official list, anyway.

Other things I have done:

  • Checked my emails. About five times.
  • Looked on Facebook. More than five times.
  • Played a silly computer game. Well, dipped in and out a few times.
  • Played a different silly computer game.
  • Picked up oldest one from school.
  • Cuddled smallest one when she bumped her head, though I saw her do it and I still can’t quite work out how.
  • Watched young musician of the year on the iPlayer.
  • Which all goes to show that I would rather be doing anything but housework.

    I like the idea of the timer, and I am saddened that I couldn’t sort something out on that front. It does help you to focus, which is why I have been more successful with this before.

    Now, what I want to do now is cook dinner, get the kids to bed and worry about the rest of the housework tomorrow. However, another favourite saying of good old Flylady is ‘You are not behind! Just jump in where you are.’

    She has a point. If I do the rest of this tomorrow, I won’t be able to do tomorrow’s things tomorrow. It’s all about not trying to be perfect. Just doing what you can do. It’s still a heck of a lot better than not doing it at all, which is how I was prior to using Flylady’s methods.

    So, here are a couple of realistic ‘after’ photos. Those of you who know me well will already know that this is quite good for me. Those of you who don’t can feel relief that there is someone out there whose battles with the housework can put any such battles of your own into perspective.

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    Note the dying flowers on the table that I keep forgetting to throw away.

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    See the counters are just as messy (second dishwasher run is due), but the floor is clear!

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    I managed to declutter everything off the hall floor. But it still desperately needs a hoover…

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    And smallest one will have to suffer through another night of mess. Oh well.

    And upon that note, I declare the challenge a partial success. Sort of.

    Damn.

    I meant to complete the morning routine in the morning. And it’s no longer morning.

    Boo.

    Mind you, I did complete it. This is a significant achievement for me. I think since the start of the year I have successfully done this maybe, um, once or twice. Let’s look at the list again:

    Get Dressed to Shoes including Hair/Face, Brush Teeth
    Did that before the school run, you’ll be relieved to know

    Make Bed
    This was quite a challenge because our bedroom is such a mess. Here’s a ‘before’ picture

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    But a quick, focused tidy got it to this state in under ten minutes.

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    So I’m quite pleased about that. (The cats were less so, since they like to snuggle under the heaps of rumpled duvet. See the look of dismay on her face)

    Swish & Swipe
    Right, swish and swipe is a term for ‘swishing’ the toilet into a respectable state, and ‘swiping’ the washbasin. The idea is, you do it every day and then it never gets bad. I have a feeling flylady has never seen what my kids do to the toilet, because if she had, she would allocate more than two minutes per bathroom for this task. As such, I couldn’t bring myself to offer any ‘before’ pics. But here are some nice shiny ‘after’ ones instead.

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    Empty Dishwasher
    In a family of five, we often run the dishwasher twice or three times a day. So not doing this first thing is catastrophic. So I have actually established a habit of always doing this before breakfast. And I generally do eat breakfast eventually. Phew. (oh, I usually refill it too. Otherwise eating your breakfast in last nights scummy leftovers is pretty unpleasant.)

    Reboot Laundry (a Load a Day Keeps CHAOS Away)
    Yes! I have rebooted! The wash I put on yesterday is now all dry, and folded and sorted. And I put a new load on. See? My halo is almost intact.

    Check Your Calendar
    And now my halo is broken again. It’s my nephew’s birthday, and with a rather eventful week his birthday presents are still upstairs un-posted. And with sick children I can’t go out and post them today. Or tomorrow, as loved one is away. So his pressie will be at least 4 days late. Sigh

    Check Your Control Journal
    What’s one of those…? It’s a place to keep your todo lists. Flylady likes to put them in clear plastic wallets and tick stuff off with dry wipe markers. I keep losing the markers. So I stick with the normal to do lists these days. Or without, which makes for more excitement, but not necessarily in a good way. Thankfully, I am sent an email telling me what chores need doing today, so I flick back to that when I need to.

    Anyhow, halo intact or not, the morning routine is done at last. Yay!

    Now for the ‘during the day’ routine. Flylady does all this on her Mondays:

    * What’s For Dinner? (work out what you are going to eat tonight)
    * Drink Your Water (not a bad idea)
    * Declutter for 15 Minutes (in my case, that really needs to be two hours and fifteen)
    * 15 Minutes of Loving Movement (a nice euphemism for exercise)

    Monday is also the day for Weekly Home Blessing Hour. An hour dedicated to mopping floors, hoovering, dusting, changing sheets, cleaning windows and mirrors, emptying bins and getting rid of old magazines and newspapers. I am going to revise that to something more manageable. I will mop floors and hoover. I will empty bins. And I won’t do any more because I need to add my own stuff to the list.

    1 tidy the hall
    2 tidy the lounge
    3 tidy smallest one’s bedroom
    4 tidy the other rooms in the house.

    I’m not expecting to manage the 4th, but if I don’t do the first three I am not going to be able to hoover anywhere at all, so that’s why I need to put them in.

    I will report back soon! And if I don’t, please come and check I haven’t been buried in clutter.

    Part 2 begins at 10.12am. In the last hour I have managed to:

    Refill and run the dishwasher
    Have some tea and toast.

    I can see it’s going to be a long day. So I have also refilled the kettle and checked on the kids. They even got extra toast.

    They are lucky…in this house being ill means curling up and watching cBeebies all day. Good for them to watch so much TV? No. God for me getting on with stuff. Oh yes. Well, maybe.

    One discovery I have made is, if I put the timer on this marvellous iPad contraption on, and then get it to tell me stories while I do the chores, the timer switches itself off. I feel a one star rating coming on. Hello, oven timer. I’ll use you instead.

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    Oh. No. Oven timer has a dud beeper. It will get to zero but no sound will be made.

    Can I cope? Flylady relies on 15 minute bursts of activity. ‘You can do anything in fifteen minutes!’ is a good catchphrase. Though I would prefer you don’t think about it too much, or your mind may take you far from housework. My old timer ran out of batteries a couple of weeks ago.

    Hmm. This morning routine looks suspiciously like it may stray into the afternoon at this rate.

    Time for another cuppa, then, perhaps.

    spring cleaning

    We had two viewings today. And the house was amazingly untidy this morning. As I was beautifying it, with smallest one most unimpressed at the speed with which I scurried from room to room tidying, dusting, hoovering (she only approves if I stay in the same room as her), I was reminded of the fact that nowadays I tend to delete my Flylady emails without reading them.

    This doesn’t mean that I think Flylady is rubbish. Quite the opposite. I totally get it, agree with it and endorse it for anyone who, like me, is not a naturally tidy person. What it means is that I have digested Flylady’s wisdom and taken it on board, and don’t need the emails any more. I still don’t shine my sink very often. I don’t have a particularly effective morning routine. I haven’t mastered the weekly home blessing hour. But I am considerably less disorganized than I was. And better than that, I can clean happily now without resenting the fact that I have to. And I am continuing to try and improve my household effectiveness.

    The weekly home blessing hour is a fabulous idea. You spend an hour (you can break it into ten minute chunks if you want) and you get all the necessary cleaning done, from changing the sheets to cleaning the mirrors. Don’t get me wrong, it won’t be perfect, but you’ll have clean floors, clean sheets, empty bins, and a dust-free home. It’s all down to her unashamed use of the timer. (Incidentally, the timer is great for the kids too).

    What with smallest one being more than a little messy at the table, and me being up to my ears in studies right now, we’ve had help with the cleaning while the house is up for sale. But today we had another viewing on the house, so it was up to me to get it beautiful this time.

    Image courtesy of Flylady.net

    It took two hours rather than one, mainly due to needing to give the kitchen a thorough clean and having been too lazy to put a large quantity of laundry away last night. But still, with my audio book playing to me (and smallest one crawling after me, screaming fit to burst every time I left a room, which was immensely cute), it was enjoyable all the same.

    We have another viewing tomorrow. Somehow tonight’s dinner mostly stayed off the floor, so I can probably deal with all the mess in less than half an hour. And I’m sort of looking forward to it.

    With this little flurry of viewings, I’m thinking of it as my daily home blessing hour.