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.
Whatever. Continue reading “Just Routine: The Spastic Polka and Other Metaphors”
I never understood the point of making a bed.
“I’m just going to mess it up again!” I would shout at my parents as they walked away in frustration from my messy room.
Continue reading “Just Routine: Making the Bed”
How does your family deal with housework? Do you have a chore wheel? Is it all up to mommy? Do you have a schedule or clean as needed?
Continue reading “The Trouble with Chores”
Life is busy.
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.
I find I need order and a sense of control in this chaos. I need clean. Continue reading “My Kind of Clean”
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 I felt I could handle at times. Continue reading “House Proud”
Once, when I was a very new Mom (I think Sam was about six months old), I attended a large play date where one of the mothers asked a question to the group:
“Do you manage to get dinner on the table by five?” Continue reading “Housekeeping and Heloise”
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.
I have done a lot of research on housekeeping. I’ve read articles, blogs, sections of books on the subject. There’s this one lady who runs a vlog called Clutterbug–that’s all she talks about! Housekeeping is a hot subject and there’s a lot of information out there and if you like to do research like I do, you could keep researching for years. There are so many resources for the hopeless housekeepers of the world, and if you’re an excellent procrastinator like I am you know if you’re doing research, you don’t actually have to clean or organize your home.
Basically, housekeeping is hard. And complicated. And if you have little kids like mine, it can feel like a waste of time. You get it, right? You hate cleaning. I know you do because I hate cleaning, too. Even my husband, who is always cleaning, hates cleaning. He just wants the house to be clean, you know? Continue reading “Five Housekeeping Habits”