I complain a lot about my disastrous domestic state, but constantly struggle to do anything about it. I'm hampered by a few things, namely excessive levels of fatigue and having inherited a clutter gene from both of my parents. Mum is currently managing her clutter habit by living on a boat, where it's physically impossible to accumulate too much stuff. My Dad managed his by building an awesome wall of shelves in his living room. It's just what I need here!
I can't ever hope to have one of those homes you see in magazines, where it's all gorgeously neat and tidy, and you wonder where the books and magazines are hidden, not to mention any signs that someone lives there. No, my place will always have a 'lived in' feel, but I would be happier if it was a bit less chaotic. Perhaps quite a bit, although without actually getting rid of any of my stuff. I know that I can't fit all my books on the shelves available, but I can't possibly get rid of any of them. I've made a great effort to squeeze my knitting stash into the smallest spaces possible, but it's still busting out all over the place.....
I've had a tough couple of weeks, with even less sleep than usual, and working more than usual, so things have degenerated to a new depth (or height, if you look at the stack of dirty dishes). However, after taking the day off work yesterday(Friday) and resting up, I feel that I am better placed to get things together a bit.
Of course, the first thing to do is to make A List of Things To Do, so that I can have the satisfaction of ticking things off. Maybe a progress chart - although I gave away my coloured pens and pencils to a friend's child - so I can see how I'm going. I already have my "Cleaning Tunes" list on iTunes (I spent part of my last cleaning stint putting that together!), so I'm nearly set.
So any minute now I'm gonna go off like a frog in a sock, and be flat out like a lizard drinking while I get all my shit in one sock. When it's all nice and tidy I'll be happy as a pig in mud - but without any actual mud. Although it is raining outside.
I can't ever hope to have one of those homes you see in magazines, where it's all gorgeously neat and tidy, and you wonder where the books and magazines are hidden, not to mention any signs that someone lives there. No, my place will always have a 'lived in' feel, but I would be happier if it was a bit less chaotic. Perhaps quite a bit, although without actually getting rid of any of my stuff. I know that I can't fit all my books on the shelves available, but I can't possibly get rid of any of them. I've made a great effort to squeeze my knitting stash into the smallest spaces possible, but it's still busting out all over the place.....
I've had a tough couple of weeks, with even less sleep than usual, and working more than usual, so things have degenerated to a new depth (or height, if you look at the stack of dirty dishes). However, after taking the day off work yesterday(Friday) and resting up, I feel that I am better placed to get things together a bit.
Of course, the first thing to do is to make A List of Things To Do, so that I can have the satisfaction of ticking things off. Maybe a progress chart - although I gave away my coloured pens and pencils to a friend's child - so I can see how I'm going. I already have my "Cleaning Tunes" list on iTunes (I spent part of my last cleaning stint putting that together!), so I'm nearly set.
So any minute now I'm gonna go off like a frog in a sock, and be flat out like a lizard drinking while I get all my shit in one sock. When it's all nice and tidy I'll be happy as a pig in mud - but without any actual mud. Although it is raining outside.
Good plans...
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