So, A Place for Everything But Not ALWAYS Everything In Its Place? Huh.

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That’s a how-interesting-so-that’s-the-way-it-works kind of “huh.”

Not a Texan version of “Pardon me?”

I love (affiliate link alert) my dishwand. I’ve blabbed about it already this week. And I really love using my favorite mug to keep it clean and dry and out from under dishes in the sink.

But alas, about three weeks after I’d come up with this oh-so-fabulous-and-couldn’t-be-any-more-perfect solution, my face fell when I saw it in the bottom of the sink, its handle in the garbage disposal.

I’m not sure how it got there, out of its designated home. I could probably pin it on one of the kids, but it’s not like I’ve never done that. By “that” I mean: come up with a perfect solution/spot/routine, and then life happens and I don’t put the item back in that spot and all is lost.

The “all is lost” part is overly-dramatic, but it’s how I roll.

I think that attitude is why the “place for everything” concept that Fancy Homemakers chant with a smile makes me tilt my head slightly while my eyes glaze over.

I felt the sadness of another failed solution, another not-put-back-in-its-place item, but then I realized I didn’t have to be sad.

I didn’t have to mourn another System Gone Wrong.

All I had to do was put the dishwand back in the mug.

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Which is so much easier than crying. Y’know, with the tissue and the blotchy face and the runny nose and all.

And it hit me that A Place for Everything is how people pick up their houses so quickly. They don’t have to moan or groan or stare at an item for ten minutes wondering where to put it. It’s not that nothing EVER gets out of place. It’s just that when it does, there’s an angst-free place to place it.

Getting rid of A LOT of stuff and asking myself my two (and ONLY two) decluttering questions means most of my stuff does have a place. (Not all, but I’m excited to say most.)

My dishwand has a place.

So put it there.

Huh. Pretty easy. Who knew?

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My Must-Have Kitchen Cleaning Tool

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I love this tool. I’ve mentioned that before. But lately, I’ve solved the one problem that keeps messing it up for me.

While I love my dishwasher and running it every single night is THE thing that keeps my kitchen under control (and the kitchen being under control helps the entire house stay under control) not everything can go in the dishwasher. Some things are too big. Some days it won’t all fit.

This tool, a brush with dish soap in the handle, lets me handwash one dish at a time without filling the sink with hot soapy water. Just wet the dish and the brush, scrub, and rinse.

Easy as can possibly be.

But the one problem I kept running into was ickiness. These dishwands kept getting icky when they fell to the bottom of the sink and were forgotten under a large dish while someone dumped their soggy leftover cereal down there and didn’t bother to rinse it down the drain. By the time I loaded the dishwasher, the dishbrush was nasty.

I tried to be sure I kept the dishwand out of the sink, but it never failed that it got knocked in there.

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So I grabbed a favorite mug that I almost never use but that I’m not about to declutter. It’s a Wizard of Oz mug that’s almost big enough, but not quite big enough. I have to limit myself to one cup of coffee each day to avoid the jitters, and this mug doesn’t hold the absolute max I can have.

So I gravitate to the one or two that can. (And the one or two that can are always almost always clean since I run my dishwasher every night.)

I used my fave-but-never-used mug to hold the dishwand. Now it has a home (there’s magic in that), it stays dry and non-icky and lasts way longer!

P.S. I also use this dishwand to scrub out my sink on an almost-daily basis. Gets off the nastiness and keeps it clean! I also use it to scrub my countertops and glass stove. Sometimes even an extra crusty spot on the table!

Do you use a dishwand? Here’s this one on Amazon.

In the comments, several have asked how I clean it. I’d love to hear from those who have a cleaning system. I don’t use mine on super icky stuff, and rinse it very well, swooshing some soap through the sponge by pressing it down on a clean surface, rinse it again, and then convince myself the air drying helps it be okay. But I get the concern. I’m going to try sticking the sponge itself in the dishwasher since it can be removed from the wand part. I’ll let you know how that goes.

Routines as a Thing to Catch Up To

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Before we begin, allow me to address all current/former English teachers/grammar nerds. I was one of you. I have purposely chosen to use artistic license in the title of this post. “Routines as the Things Up to Which I Catch” doesn’t have the same ring to it. And now I’m questioning the pluralization of “routines.” See how it never ends? 

I’m getting back into the routine of things.

School has been going for almost two weeks, and we’re getting used to it. Summer Survival Mode has ended (though now we’re figuring out Book Writing Survival Mode).

As I ran an extra load of dishes here and there last week to try to catch up from the off-routine days of summer, it hit me how much it helps to have something to catch up to.

Pre-blog (pre-any-understanding-whatsoever-of-the-importance-or-impact-of-routines), I felt behind all the time. ALL the time.

This vague concept of “catching up” meant getting the house perfect. Since getting the house perfect never happened (and still never happens), I never caught up.

Knowing I’d never “catch up” zapped all hope and desire to even try.

Now, I’m not trying to catch up to what the house looked like in my head before we actually bought it and moved our stuff into it.

I’m catching up to a routine, because I have a routine to catch up to.

Knowing that my goal is a routine, I can identify and tackle the things that will make the routine easier.

Like the baking sheets filling the right side of the sink in the picture above.

We need to order a replacement part for my beloved dishwasher. The adjustable top rack isn’t adjusting, so we can’t put tall items in the bottom rack right now. Baking sheets are tall, and over the summer as the kids (fine. the kids and I . . .) depended on frozen stuff for lunches (fine. lunches and dinners . . .), these baking sheets were used A LOT.

But they couldn’t go in the dishwasher.

Which meant they got piled in the sink and washed as needed.

Not a happy truth, but the real truth.

Also, the annoying truth. Because no kitchen will ever look “clean” when there are bigger-than-the-sink baking sheets piled up on one side, no matter how clear and clean the sink’s other side may be.

As my Summer Brain Fog cleared, I was excited to tackle this not-a-project-at-all-but-totally-feels-like-a-project.

Excited, y’all. Not because I can’t stand to see a mess (I have a special gift for not seeing it), and not because I was going to get my house cleaned up once and for all (I now know that isn’t even a thing).

I was excited because I have a routine. Even when I’ve gotten off of it, I still have it. I know exactly what to do to get back on track and start seeing real progress.

My routine is my motivation to catch up. The routine is the thing I’m catching up to.

Once all those big-and-awkward baking sheets are clean and out of the way, my routine makes a DAILY VISUAL IMPACT. So when I took the amazingly short time necessary to do one day’s worth of kitchen work Monday morning, it made an impact. And that impact impacted my mood.

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So that’s my goal. I’m not catching up on a perfect kitchen, I’m catching up on the routines that enable me to maintain a livable kitchen.

Yay for routines.


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