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Accountability That Actually Counts

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People like to talk about accountability.

There are accountability groups, accountability systems, accountability partners and such.

I set up this blog as a way to stay focused and hold myself accountable. In so many ways, that has worked.  But truthfully, it’s not the best kind of accountability.

Part of what I’ve committed to do here is to be truthful. To bring the ideals into reality and be honest about how things really work.

Accountability groups are great, except that you can stop attending them. Accountability partners are helpful, except that you can stop talking to them.

This blog as an accountability system is great, except that I can stop posting any time I choose.

Even if I received emails or phone calls or Facebook messages from people who cared and wanted to hold me accountable, I could ignore all those things.

I could delete my email account or change my phone number and never get bugged again.

Real accountability happens with the people who are directly affected by what I do and don’t do. The people who live with the habits and routines and systems I’ve developed.

Last night, I was tired.

I decided I was going to wait to start Laundry Day on Monday morning. Technically, that wasn’t a total cop out.

Monday is Laundry Day.

But I know that the best way for Laundry Day to happen, from beginning to end before Monday is over, is to start on Sunday night.

Seriously, it’s a game changer.

If the whole family gathers and sorts laundry on Sunday night and I start ONE little ol’ load before I go to bed, I’m pretty much ensuring success.

I know this, but I just didn’t feel like it. 

I was tired. The kids were tired.

We’d had a VERY busy weekend that included abnormally early mornings on both Saturday and Sunday. I was determined the kids would be in bed early.

I HAD emptied the dishwasher and reloaded it, catching up from getting off my dishwasher rhythm over the weekend.  That’s noble, right? Isn’t that enough?

I even knew Monday morning would stink if I waited. I’d be stuck gathering and sorting laundry by myself, and it would take five times longer than if the five of us did it together.

But I had decided I didn’t care.

Then Hubby said, “Don’t you need the kids to sort laundry before they go to bed?”

And it took less energy to say yes than to explain how I had purposely decided to forget to have them do it.

And I realized that is what real accountability is.

It is people who know you, who see you doing what you’re supposed to do for long enough that they notice when you’re not doing it.

Not just straying from what you said you were going to do, but straying from what they expect you to do because you always do it.

Accountability doesn’t come from the planning of routines, it comes from the observation of routines.

It comes from the people who count on those routines.

From the ones who wake up in the morning expecting to find clean undies and clean shirts and clean socks.

And even though I groaned inwardly last night when bedtime was delayed by a whole less-than-ten-minutes . . . I’m incredibly thankful for that accountability this morning.

Because it’s not even lunch time yet and I only have two loads left.

 

 

--Nony

Google + Hangout – Habit Four “The Daily Pickup”

I’m just now adding last week’s hangout from Google +.

Last week was a crazy week . . .

Anyway, I enjoyed the hangout, and learned a lot about the technical side of things. As one of you predicted after my technical difficulties in the first hangout, as soon as I figured it out, Google changed things.

Thanks to the lovely Shelly of Frugal Family Home, I think I know now what I did wrong, and I’m hoping next time it will go better!

Speaking of next time . . . I’m taking this week off from hangouts after doing them each week in September covering all four habits in 28 Days to Hope for Your Home.

In this hangout, we discussed Habit Four – The Daily Pickup

The main issue people have with this habit (that I totally understand from my own experience) is that it doesn’t seem possible that five minutes could really make a dent.

It does.

Just try it.

We also discussed how to make the five minutes have lasting effect and not just cause more mess to deal with later.

Feel free to leave comments here about the video and to share your ideas for future hangout subjects.

--Nony

Normal Days Don’t Happen Often (or Soup Isn’t Picnic Food)

I’m excited to let you know that I have been chosen to serve on the writing team at The Busy Mom with Heidi St. John!

Normal Days Don't Happen Often (or Soup Isn't Picnic Food) - A Slob Comes Clean

It was suggested that we write a “normal day” type post today as we’re introduced. I totally planned to do that, but then this week happened.

Not a normal day to be found.

Which is pretty much normal for us. 

I had totally planned to share cute and funny pictures.

Cute: My daughter making meatballs while I browned ten pounds of ground beef.

Cooking with My Daughter at ASlobComesClean.com

Funny: “I’m that mom you don’t want to get behind in the school pick-up line. The one whose son plays the tuba!”

Don't Get Behind Me in the School Pick-Up Line ASlobComesClean.com

But really, these pictures tell it best:

Soup Is Not Portable at ASlobComesClean.com

Yes. That’s my hilarious husband eating soup in the car.

What’s that? You’re confused? You thought that since I’m the lady with all the picnic recipes I’d come up with something a little more portable than soup?

Apparently, that’s what he thought as well.  (As seen in his I’m-making-funny-faces-because-this-is-ridiculous pictures.)

Basically, my normal right now is trying to figure out our new normal. Our new normal involves me traveling to help my in-laws (who are in their 80s) one day a week. This “normal” means that on the night before, it only makes sense for me to make double of what I’m taking for them.

This week, that was potato soup. When the lady who just had oral surgery wants potato soup, she gets potato soup.

Even if that means Hubby has to eat soup in the car on the way to our kickball game.

Yes. Our kickball game. Our adult, coed kickball game.

Also . . . not normal.

--Nony

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