There had been hours in the car and trips to the gas station, the grocery store, minutes and hours wandering aisles looking at nothing I needed. These had been wasted. I would not miss them.
There had been mornings alone in coffee shops, staring at blank pages and blinking cursors. Journal entries written in the front seat of my car in the parking lot, sketches made with my seat belt still buckled, the radio mumbling away the extra minutes I built into my schedule.
There had been waiting: for appointments, in lines, at traffic lights. An hour each Thursday, reading while my daughter danced ballet. An hour each Friday, a crossword completed while she sang.
These had been wasted. I would not miss them.
These had been lonely. Pointless.
Time spent with no budget: staring at the mortar between bricks, my pencil running over rough paper, trying to capture the shadows that would become darkness–a smear of graphite next to a jotted phone number.
These were the throw-away times. I would never miss them.
Having company can be overwhelming, and readying your home for guests can seem like an enormous task. Lucky for me, I have a friend who knows about these things. One text to Miss Sheri, and I’ve got a guide to help me focus (and to choose which chores to ignore!).
Whenever I try to change myself, this is how it goes:
One step forward, two-hundred-and-twenty-three steps back. Or, as Lorelai Gilmore would say*: I start doing the spastic polka.
Of course, part of the problem is that I put myself in advanced courses when I don’t even know the fox trot. I tell myself, I learned the Viennese waltz for a show I was in back in 2003, so clearly I am thisclose to becoming the world’s greatest dancer. I don’t want to spend hours perfecting my shuffle-ball-change**. That’s boring. And it doesn’t feel productive. Give me a spotlight and some sequins and I’ll surely be Ginger Rogers.
(Insert maniacal laughter here.)
Anyway, I’m actually talking about this routine thing. Growing up.
It’s also messy. Most of us do not have the luxury of a maid service, so it’s up to us to roll up our sleeves and do the dirty work. How we do our dirty work and how often is different for everyone.
I grew up thinking I was a lazy, messy person. I knew how to clean, but just couldn’t find the motivation. My mother was always cleaning and I observed my two sisters following her example when they settled into houses of their own. Nothing slowed them down: not children, the flu, or even full-time jobs. They just did it–and would complain how crazy it made them feel if they didn’t do it.
I like my surroundings to be neat and tidy, but have always found that I would just about do anything else first instead. I mean naps are awesome, right?
Nowadays I have two kids and the mess has reached a whole new level. It is no longer me and my husband making messes; it is my two adorable, sweet kids who tear through my house in a whirlwind of daily destruction.
Welcome to Sheri, who, along with being my BFF, is an amazing mother, wife, gardener and DIY-er. She’s a tea drinker, an animal lover, and has amazing style. I hope you’ll love her as much as I do. Here, she introduces herself through her relationship to her house.
I was in my mid twenties when my husband and I bought our house.
When I first saw it, I twirled around the large yard like Maria from Sound of Music. I loved that the house was older, had a fairly open floor plan, and needed some love.My husband and I knew this was the house: the house to fix up, where we could finally have a dog and start a family.
After a few years, though, I started to become disgruntled with my house. It is small, with one bathroom and no garage. The yard is huge and a little more than Ifelt I could handle at times. Continue reading “House Proud”→
Another week, another video. I filmed a bunch of footage telling you about Heloise’s Housekeeping Hints but unless you needed a sleep aid, you would not have enjoyed it. Reworking that idea now, but in the meantime, some more silliness from me and Sam. Really watch his face throughout the video. He’s the cutest.