Clue #2 in The Messy Master Bedroom Mystery

We/I have too many clothes. 

I’ve known this, and the first clue in the Messy Master Bedroom Mystery was related to this concept as well. 

But I had a slap-in-the-face moment this morning when I went looking for baskets. 

See, I’m trying a new method.  Not new as in earth-shattering-no-one-has-ever-thought-of-it-before, but new as in now-that-I-actually-have-empty-laundry-baskets-why-not-try-what-so-many-normal-people-do. 

Since I (sometimes theoretically, but mostly in reality) do my laundry all in one day, I’ve recently decided to sort laundry into baskets for family members as I fold it.  Several readers have suggested this method, and my own mother did it this way.

It works much better than my previous fold-it-and-stack-it-in-various-piles-until-said-piles-tumble-over method.  At least the initial folding part does.

The putting away part needs some tweaking. 

The boys did better at putting away their clothes when I would hand them small stacks.  Taking two entire baskets into their room at one time . . .  resulted in them accidentally switching baskets, each son putting his brother’s clothes into his own drawers, and then repeatedly donning too long or too short pants . . . each and every day . . . . for the next week. 

But I really can’t say much about their lack of putting-away-skills, since my own are rather lacking

I’m guessing that it was last Friday when I experienced the how-in-the-world-am-I-completely-out-of-undies panic. 

My mind was boggled, until I glanced down and saw . . . . my basket.  My basket that had been moved into the master bedroom several days before, but was still full of folded clothes. 

So, I did what one would expect . . . I dug out a pair and left the basket full.  On the following days, I dug out more pairs, one at a time.  Only today, when I needed the basket, did I actually spend the two-minutes-or-less that was necessary to empty it. 

There are two parts to this Clue:

First, even though I knew I had too many clothes, it’s still an eye-opener to see that I could go an entire week without touching the items that I washed from the week before.

Second, I need to work on this new everything-folded-goes-into-a-basket system.  Moving an entire basket of clothes from one spot to another is much easier, but not quite so effective, as moving small stacks, one at a time, that might as well go straight into the proper drawers. 

Make sense?

Solutions that allow me to postpone the inevitable aren’t really solutions for me

Because I love to postpone the inevitable. 

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Daily Checklist 2/21/11

Today I:

Made bed.

Put away big dishes that had been drying on counter.

Cleaned kitchen.

Swept kitchen.

Wiped down counters.

Did 5 minute pick-up.

Convinced myself that I can squeeze today’s dishes in with yesterday’s dishes that didn’t get washed because I forgot to turn on the dishwasher.  (I’m probably wrong.)

Laundry.  Because it’s Laundry Day.

Friday’s Dusting Is Good Enough

A big part of this deslobification process is dealing with my tendency to make things harder than they need to be. 

Sometimes it’s imagining a project to be larger and more time-consuming than it should be. Sometimes it’s putting something small off, for no real reason, only to have it turn into something large. Sometimes it’s not knowing, or seeing, a trick that would make a task easier.

Most of the time, it’s a mental thing.   A mental thing that might be overcome simply by making a decision.

According to my self-created-according-to-what-works-at-this-time-in-my-life weekly task schedule, I dust and vacuum on Fridays.  For the last two weeks, since I’ve been keeping up with most of my daily checklist, on a mostly daily basis, the house has stayed fairly orderly. 

For the past two weekends, when Sunday night comes, and it’s time for the doorbell to ring and for our home group members to arrive, I’ve been pretty stress-free.  Partly, that’s because these same people have been coming over every week for more than a year and I’m not as worried about perfection.  But it’s also because I’m okay with how the house looks after doing my weekly tasks.

Somehow, though, I still have a part of me that assumes that I need to rush through the house with a duster and the vacuum cleaner at 5:55. 

And maybe I do.  Maybe someone would care that there’s two days worth of dust on the TV.

But I don’t care.  I’ve decided that I don’t care.  I mean, really . . .  I NEVER dusted pre-blog. 

Never

Except when my MIL was coming over. 

And even then, sometimes I just turned off the overhead lighting for ambiance . . . and hoped she didn’t brush up against anything. 

I’ve decided that dusting on Friday is good enough. 

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