Mopping Day Happened

Mopping Day Happened Getting On My Cleaning Schedule at ASlobComesClean.com

Thursday is Mopping Day on my totally-made-up Weekly Cleaning Task Schedule.

But I didn’t mop yesterday. Instead I finished up a VERY big writing project that had a deadline, met with my church’s music minister about our Christmas production (because it’s the end of August so we’re already behind!), and kept up with daily tasks like unloading the dishwasher and re-loading it and wiping down counters and such.

Because neglecting Daily Tasks for Weekly Ones doesn’t work out well for me.

And then today came. And when I got home from working out (for the fifth time in five days!!!), I had a decision to make.

Do I skip Mopping Day and make it Dust and Vacuum Day?

Or do both?

Or what??

And then I saw the coffee I had dribbled across the floor, and decided it was Mopping Day.

If I wasn’t so determined to get back on track, I might have used a towel to wipe up the dribbles, or just pretended I didn’t see them.

But those dribbles helped me make my decision.

And now it’s done. I skipped Dusting and Vacuuming and instead did a ten minute pick-up. Twenty thirty minutes would have been required before I could dust and vacuum.

I’m making progress, people. And honestly, I’m counting on the guaranteed motivation to dust and vacuum next week since I’ll be expecting visitors when our church home group starts back up.

How has your week gone? Are you getting back on track?

--Nony
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A Creature of (the Wrong) Habit

A Creature of (the Wrong) Habit at ASlobComesClean.com

I thought of talking about how refilling the hand-soap dispenser is a two-second task.

Not that it’s actually done in two seconds. More like thirty.

Which still isn’t much.  It definitely doesn’t require blocking off three hours of my busy schedule like my brain tends to think it should.

This perfectly-good, perfectly-refillable soap dispenser had been lost in the clutter near my kitchen sink for . . . umm . . . a while.  I did know it was there, I just never re-filled it until my recent kitchen recovery. 

But this post really isn’t about this soap dispenser, it’s about the one in my bathroom.

I HAD to refill that one.

I had to refill the one in the bathroom about a month after it ran out of soap.

No, I didn’t go a month without using soap! (Ewwww.)

I just walked the extra six steps over to Hubby’s sink and used HIS soap.

Because he had soap.

And I didn’t.

And somehow six extra steps times four-to-six times a day (at least . . . I drink a LOT of water!) for at least a month was less effort than re-filling my own dispenser with the jug-o-soap that was sitting directly under MY sink.

But do you know what?

Now that I have soap in mine, I still . . . OUT OF HABIT . . . walk to his sink.

And then walk back to mine.

Y’know. Since his soap is now gone.

Which is (let’s be honest) the only reason I ended up refilling mine.

Please. No questions on why I didn’t refill his too.

I have no answers.

--Nony
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Survival Mode Then Vs. Survival Mode Now

Survival Mode Then Vs Now after Four Years of Slob Blogging at ASlobComesClean.com

I missed my fourth blogiversary.

After taking the summer off from blogging, I was just so excited to get back to it.

Four years is a long time, y’all.

And . . .

Four years is nothing. 

As the summer drew to a close, the contrast between Survival Mode now vs. pre-blog kept rattling around in my head, aching to be put into words.  So here goes. I think it’s an appropriate topic to be discussed for my blogiversary.

Laundry

Pre-blog, laundry was a wash-what-we-need-when-we-need-it thing. We had a LOT of clothes, so we could go a VERY long time before we HAD to wash anything but basics. Most loads of laundry were either oh-my-word-we’re-out-of-undies-AGAIN emergency loads, or they were top-of-the-pile loads.

Four years into this deslobification process, I have a Laundry Day. On weeks when I feel in control of my schedule, I rock Laundry Day. During Survival Mode times (like summer), Laundry Day morphs into Laundry Week.

But we’re still so much better off. 

Huh?

Even though I don’t rock the process, the process still exists.

We still sort all the dirty clothes in the house on Sunday night. No top-of-the-pile loads. We may step around and over the piles for several days until we get through it all, but there’s still a visual beginning and end to the project of Laundry Day. (And I do love projects!)

My house isn’t pristine with piles of dirty laundry waiting in the hall outside the laundry room, but laundry is no longer a hopeless abyss that I’ll never swim out of.

Even in Survival Mode.

Kitchen

You saw my kitchen on Monday. Mondays come after weekends, and Summer Weekends (especially last-weekend-of-the-summer Summer Weekends) are extra difficult for this Slob Brain.

But oh my, it could have been worse.

Pre-blog, we drank out of coffee cups on a regular basis. Not coffee. Milk, water, juice, whatever. We had to use coffee cups because every other dish was dirty. 

EVERY dish.

I had no rhythm for doing dishes. They multiplied behind my back and doing the dishes felt like a never-ending and unconquerable task.

When I went into survival mode, I just bought paper plates and plastic cups. 

Now I know the absolute best way to keep my kitchen under control.  Really, I have this thing figured OUT.

In Survival Mode, I get off that perfect rhythm.

But . . . I still do the dishes. 

All summer long, my rhythm was off. I couldn’t seem to get ahead of the dishes, and my kitchen never looked fabulous.

Happily, though, I can only recall resorting to coffee cups once. And we’re still on our four year long we-don’t-use-disposable-plates-or-cups streak.

Even though I wasn’t running the dishwasher at the perfect time (evening) or emptying it at the perfect time (as soon as I got up), I was running it and emptying it every day.

This meant we always had clean dishes to use. I never had to wash a skillet to be able to make supper.

Here is how it basically worked over the summer:

I would get up, drink my coffee and savor a (very) few minutes to read my Bible in quiet before the kids started getting up. I’d enjoy some time at the breakfast table with them and then as we all spread throughout the house I’d look at the kitchen and sigh. I would then unload the dishwasher and immediately refill it completely with the dirty dishes waiting in the sink and on the counter.

They wouldn’t all fit.

But I would run it anyway.  And I would tell myself that today would be the day that I would empty it as soon as the load was finished, and run a second load so I could finally get caught up.

And then I wouldn’t think about it again until the next mid-morning when I started this process again.

It’s a fact that with five people eating three meals a day at home (Hubby comes home for lunch in the summer), our dishwasher needed to be run twice a day.  (Those of you who homeschool, I’m sure you know this.)

Even though I failed at adjusting and making everything perkily perfect, I still ran the dishwasher every single day. And therefore, our Survival Mode was ever-so-much more pleasant than pre-blog Survival Mode.

Perfect kitchen? No. Clean dishes when we needed them? Yes.

I’ll take it.

F.O.U.D.  (Fear Of Unexpected Doorbells)

Survival Mode around here naturally results in a flare-up of my chronic F.O.U.D.

This summer, I once again felt the sinking of my stomach when the doorbell rang. Or when I looked into the puppy-dog-eyes of the kid who begged to have his friend come home with us from the pool. Straight home. With no time to do a mad dash and throw everything in the master bedroom.

But it was nothing like the crippling version of F.O.U.D. I suffered from pre-blog.  First of all, decluttering like a madwoman has paid off. It’s now possible to get the house presentable in a matter of minutes/hours instead of the days/weeks it required pre-blog.

Second, as I’ve put my Slob Self out there for the world to see, I’ve realized most people are understanding.  If not understanding, most are accepting.

Most.

And that makes me more willing to focus on welcoming others than on my own pride/shame. 

The real difference due to four years of Slob Blogging is I’ve learned to accept that I’ll always be a project-minded, why-clean-when-we-could-go-have-fun-instead, tunnel-vision-creative kind of person, but that there are processes to help me survive.

Thank you so much for being a faithful reader! You make all this self-analyzing and deep-dark-secret-confessing a whole lot of fun!

Here are the links to my past Blogiversary posts:

First Blogiversary

Second Blogiversary

Third Blogiversary

--Nony
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--Nony

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