Because I have nothing better to do...

My house is never clean. It's not that I don't LIKE it clean, on the rare occasions I find it that way I really do enjoy it. I can't even claim that I don't have time to clean it, my kids play nicely together and I make time for other things in my life that I find important. I think my problem has several layers, the first being that cleaning just isn't fun. I like to play with my kids, cook, chat with friends and do all kinds of other things that take up the "cleaning time". I am also a terrible finisher and don't really mind a bit of a mess, but those are different blog posts.

Back to things I think are "fun". I like crafty things, projects that, when finished, stay done. Unlike my laundry or dishes, which have never in my memory ever been totally "done" for any amount of time.

While figuring out how to make my soon-to-be 3 daughters dresses for my soon-to-be-married brother in laws wedding, I came across this site: http://www.oneprettything.com/ This is going to be the death of all cleaning at my house. I now have a list as long as my arm of things I would rather create (dresses, bags, purses, etc...) than clean. Everyone doesn't really need to wear clean undies every day, do they?

Comments

Jennifer McHam said…

Mark says underwear isn't truly dirty until you've worn it on both sides anyway. Ew huh?? ;)

17 August, 2009 07:42

Working on my Domestic Goddess Badge

I looked at the to-do list I made last week and am happy to say I can cross off almost everything on it. It only took me 2 weeks. I think I either need smaller lists or more time. Here is what I have been up to: -I have made 2 loaves of banana oat bread, 1 batch of blackberry strawberry freezer jam, 1 loaf of gluten free bread. -From 12 juiced grapefruit I made grapefruit curd and a pan of grapefruit bars. -My garden is almost completely done, including a upgrade in size. I am growing tomatoes, onions, peppers, potatoes , cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower , herbs, lettuce, spinach , green beans, snap peas, cucumbers, and kohlrabi. -I hung herbs to dry -I have folded massive amounts of laundry...with more yet to do. All washed with my homemade laundry soap. -I recovered the "green monster" which is another post entirely. -I added a sitting area in my bedroom, where I am currently sitting, so that my laptop has a home other than the kitchen table. - I got a new dining room table a...

Feeling Resolute

I am a list person. I don't actually follow everything I write down, but I do write it down. Sometimes I think it is my weird way of feeling like I have my life under control. Not only do I make lists for myself, I make them for Matt. Yes, I know that is obnoxious so I don't always give him the lists I make for him. Yesterday I tortured my husband by making him sit down and make a list WITH me. I do it every year. You see, Matt is an amazing big picture person, but details kill him. Annually I make him sit down and write goals. We categorize them by finance, work, personal, spiritual, etc. It kills him to have to be specific. I keep the list every year and we read it together. This significantly brightened Matt's mood, to hear all the things we have accomplished this year. Our debt is reduced, relationships have been formed and baby #3 can be totally checked off the goal list. This year I am resolving to blog every day. The reason for this is 2 fold, neither of which is me ...

Solo

I was told by my mother when I was a teen that my curfew was midnight because "nothing good happens after midnight". If that is true at 16, I am pretty sure that "nothing good happens before six a.m" is true for my current station in life. Some may argue that it is always true, but not Annabelle. For the last few weeks, the babe has been up before the sun. It isn't exactly the fault of the whole "fall back" time change, but that didn't help matters. Normally this is annoying, but not really my problem as Matt is the one on call as the sun rises. Alas, Matt is in Korea and I am flying solo, desperately missing my morning wing man. I am not ashamed to say that in the wee hours of the morning I told my not-quite two year old that I was not getting up yet, tossed her some toys and dry cheerios with a sippy and told her to play quietly. I stumbled back to my still warm bed knowing I bought myself about 15 minutes to clear the cob webs from my brain and ...

Colorado Crockers

Search This Blog