Clean Pajamas

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Life has been crazy around here, y’all. Life doesn’t seem to understand that I need things to pause so I can finish up my book manuscript which is officially due in less than TWO WEEKS now!!!

But then, this happened:

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What do you see?

I mean, besides the wrinkled sheets and inside-out pajama pants?

Fine. I’ll just explain. This picture represents everything that I’ve been working for the past six years of my deslobification process. On a day when life was absolutely insane, after a leaky roof, pulled-up 30+ year old carpet (so, so scary), a kid with strep throat, realizing my favorite pajamas were clean at the end of that day (which was preceded by an equally crazy week), was realizing I’ve succeeded.

Life was crazy, but routines exist. My routines are far from perfect, and the week after was even more scary, but they exist.

Because Laundry Day exists, I saw the point in washing clothes even on a crazy day, so we have clean clothes.

Because a dishwashing routine exists, I thought to run the dishwasher the night before, and we had clean dishes to use for our dinner.

Because I have a freezer full of pre-cooked ingredients, we ate a home-cooked meal on a crazy night.

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You see a wad of clothes.

I see success.

Yay for success.


Want more details about the crazy week? I shared in this podcast.


Projects vs. Habits – Do You Know the Difference? I Want to Hear Your Story!

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Dana will be publishing these “Share Your Experience” posts twice daily over the next several days. If you are receiving these via email, you may want to check for the extra post from yesterday – If My Two Decluttering Questions Have Made a Difference in Your LIfe I Want To Hear About It! This is your to share your story!
Normal people seem to keep up with housework without even thinking about. People with Slob Vision view housekeeping as a project, but shouldn’t! We need habits to keep up with housekeeping. Have you learned the importance of starting with habits instead of a project? Has this mindset made a difference in your home?
As members of our “Slob Club” you know that Dana has talked about having a Project Brain, but her house isn’t a project. She’s had to accept that focusing on habits first is the only way to make real progress in her home.
She would love to hear how you’ve experienced this in your home, especially if the slow approach and habits in 28 Days to Hope for Your Home made a difference for you. .

If you can’t see the form below, click here.

Feel free to state your name as anonymous. As “Nony” Dana totally understands.

If all this talk about Project Brain vs. Focusing on Habits makes no sense, this form isn’t for you. If you want to read more about this whole concept, the posts below are a good place to start!

Defining Normal

Accepting Why Flylady Didn’t Work for Me

How to Declutter – Sorting

Don’t Judge a New Habit by Its First Day

Habits + Decluttering = Progress Podcast

Pre-Made Decisions, Habits, Non-Negotiable Tasks Podcast

When Straightening Takes a Decluttering Turn

Do you have other challenges and victories to share? We’d love hear!  Click here for more questions in the “Share Your Experience” series.

Survival Mode Then Vs. Survival Mode Now

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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.


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. 


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.


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.


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


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