I wrote this post about changing my ways starting October 1st.
Over the course of the past three weeks, I have changed my ways. Dishes are done after meals, counters are wiped. Toys are in their cute baskets or bins. I've rearranged the living room furniture, which always makes me feel accomplished. Laundry is put away. Coats, bags, and shoes are stowed away in the entryway closet when we return home, not just dumped in the middle of the floor. Hello, we are so lucky to have an entry way closet! But there is still work to do. My office/playroom is still a disaster, but 85% of the house is beyond fabulous.
One of the things that helped me change my ways was a conversation with one of my oldest friends. She runs a tight ship and so I said give me the low down, I want your household secrets. Silly as it may sound, I came right out and said, I need to know how you put laundry away, when it's folded. No really, how do you do it? In my house it sits in a basket and gets rummaged through and then it makes a mess. Then I get all resentful and in turn I loathe laundry duty. Grumble, grumble.
She simply responded, "You have to want to do it. You just have to convince yourself it's what you want".
You know what, she was absolutely 100% right. Really that was all it took. Those words. I convinced myself it's what I want. Doing laundry means, sorting piles, washing, drying, folding, and putting away. Straightening up drawers and sorting out clothes that need to be mended or that the girls have outgrown, every week. I even, put away my husband's clothes. Typically I would let him fend for himself in the laundry department.
With those words I also convinced myself of something else. Quite often, even though I dreaded the mess in my house, I would just leave it because I wanted my husband to pitch in and help. I was trying to punish him by leaving the chaos everywhere, but in reality I was punishing myself. My home is also my office, I spend my days here with the girls and I just simply convinced myself it's my job to keep my office running smoothly, clean, and organized. I don't know what J would say about the past three weeks, but I'm not on his back about housework. I'm making the effort on my own and I've taken on the responsibility as part of my job. I decided that when he does pitch in (with out my nagging) that it's a bonus, maybe one less load of dishes or one load of laundry I don't have to do. Truthfully, he's been following through with hanging up his jacket or emptying the dishwasher in the morning.
Kind of wild around here, huh?
Really, it's still a work in progress. My house is by no means immaculate. But the effort is moving forward, instilling a sense of pride in me. My goal is to have the entire house in shape by the end of the month, which means on top of all laundry even cabinets and closets revamped, so I can start the Fly Lady routine come November 1. There is no reason why I can't start now, but I feel like I want to be established when I introduce the routine.
Once again, my progress is to be continued...