I have become a devoted follower of c jane enjoy it. She is witty, she is funny, she's a wife and mother, and frankly, I'm a little jealous of her sibling relationships (many and close).
Today she posted about having a brain full of thoughts and a current inability to appropriately channel those thoughts.
It's a familiar feeling but for me, it's not so much that I don't have the tools to express myself. I just never seem to have the thoughts at the same time as the tools are present. I have great ideas for my blog while I'm making dinner or driving to a park day or sitting in church or . . . you get the idea. I sit down at the computer for a few minutes and suddenly the well is dry, the mind is blank and I can't even remember why I sat down, let alone that great idea I had while I was dumping the beans into the pan.
(I also have trouble with interruptions at the computer from one little man in particular whose current test of strength these days is learning to put on his own pants - oh, the joys.)
Someday I might figure out a way to mesh the timing of my ideas with the time I am at the computer.
It's not today, though. :)
Thursday, June 4, 2009
And the housekeeping award goes to . . .
I enjoy having a clean house.
I do not necessarily enjoy the process of getting it clean. I especially hate bathroom cleaning and moving everything on book shelves to dust them. I do not mind doing laundry. I do not enjoy folding and I detest putting it all away.
I prefer activities that bring me *joy* (who doesn't?) and vacuuming my carpet doesn't bring JOY. Satisfaction yes. For a brief period of time (until the next crumb explosion or dirty-shoe-tracking incident).
All of that said, I spent a good two hours today cleaning. The boys' bathroom was getting pretty grotty around the edges and our bathoom mirror was a study in splatter marks (courtesy of my children - everyone prefers our bathroom when it's time to brush teeth and fling water around). I dusted last week but had failed to vacuum so that was becoming a necessity as well.
Generally speaking, I think I am a decent housekeeper. Not stellar but I am definitely not a house of squalor and no one's ever going to come to my house and then whisper in a horrified voice to another friend about how she was too afraid to touch anything or sit anyhere but the edge of a hard kitchen chair because of the disgusting condition of the home. That would not be my house.
Usually, I'm pretty good. I hate little bits of cr*p on my kitchen floor so I'm pretty diligent about sweeping that. I cannot function in clutter so we pick up a little bit almost every day.
But today, I was vacuuming my bedroom and found little white bits of drywall along the wall under my window. Like the kind of debris that comes from drilling holes to install, say, a new curtain rod. Which my husband did. IN DECEMBER. Yikes. How did it get to be June and I'm just now finding this stuff on my bedroom floor?
Hmmmm.
I'm going to blame it on the lovely curtains that are now hanging from that curtain rod since they come almost all the way to the floor. Yeah, that's it. The dirt was hiding from me.
Heads up to dirt in my house - you want to hang out for a while, find a place to hide.
I do not necessarily enjoy the process of getting it clean. I especially hate bathroom cleaning and moving everything on book shelves to dust them. I do not mind doing laundry. I do not enjoy folding and I detest putting it all away.
I prefer activities that bring me *joy* (who doesn't?) and vacuuming my carpet doesn't bring JOY. Satisfaction yes. For a brief period of time (until the next crumb explosion or dirty-shoe-tracking incident).
All of that said, I spent a good two hours today cleaning. The boys' bathroom was getting pretty grotty around the edges and our bathoom mirror was a study in splatter marks (courtesy of my children - everyone prefers our bathroom when it's time to brush teeth and fling water around). I dusted last week but had failed to vacuum so that was becoming a necessity as well.
Generally speaking, I think I am a decent housekeeper. Not stellar but I am definitely not a house of squalor and no one's ever going to come to my house and then whisper in a horrified voice to another friend about how she was too afraid to touch anything or sit anyhere but the edge of a hard kitchen chair because of the disgusting condition of the home. That would not be my house.
Usually, I'm pretty good. I hate little bits of cr*p on my kitchen floor so I'm pretty diligent about sweeping that. I cannot function in clutter so we pick up a little bit almost every day.
But today, I was vacuuming my bedroom and found little white bits of drywall along the wall under my window. Like the kind of debris that comes from drilling holes to install, say, a new curtain rod. Which my husband did. IN DECEMBER. Yikes. How did it get to be June and I'm just now finding this stuff on my bedroom floor?
Hmmmm.
I'm going to blame it on the lovely curtains that are now hanging from that curtain rod since they come almost all the way to the floor. Yeah, that's it. The dirt was hiding from me.
Heads up to dirt in my house - you want to hang out for a while, find a place to hide.
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