I adore Tim Gunn. Do you know him? He’s the nicest guy ever. He reminds me of my dad, except for, you know, the obvious.
I love him on Project Runway, and whenever he surprises me by showing up on one of my other shows, I break into a spontaneous face-lighting smile and get a warm fuzzy feeling.
I want him to like me, but I’m afraid that today, I’d disappoint him by only proving his point about the “slobification of America.”
My clothes match. I’m wearing a little makeup.
But I’m comfy. A little too comfy.
I chose this outfit because those perfect fitting jeans that I found in the bottom of my closet a while back . . . aren’t so perfect fitting right now.
I lost 30 lbs over a year ago. I actually hit 35 at one point last spring, which didn’t last long, but I’ve kept the 30 off.
But over the holidays, I gained about 4 lbs. 4 lbs isn’t that bad, IF I immediately start working to get it back off. But if I don’t get to work, it will turn into 6, and eventually go back to 30.
So what does this have to do with the house staying neat?
I’m not sure how exactly it fits together, but it does.
I’m pretty sure that it has something do with just doing the right thing because it’s the right thing. Not waiting until “I’m in the mood” or some outside force like my in-laws visiting makes me do it.
Basically, it’s me deciding to be a grown-up. Grown-ups know that they have to pick up dirty clothes off the floor and wash the dishes even though no one is going to pay them a quarter or give them a big hug. Grown-ups know that they can’t have a bacon cheeseburger for dinner every night, because they know the end result and so they do the right thing.
Sometimes I wonder when I’m going to grow up.
In certain areas, I feel very much like the responsible adult. I am a purposeful parent. I can organize a group of people or an event better than many (although not papers or laundry). People come to me for advice on a variety of subjects. I delay pleasure because of a very grown-up desire to not go into debt.
So I’m trying to be a grown-up when it comes to my house. And somehow, the more I work on one area, the better the other areas get. When I’m planning what we eat, we eat healthier. When the floor is clear of toe-stubbing obstacles, I’m more likely to exercise. When the house is comfortably orderly, I’m much more likely to spend time outside with the kids and get some exercise alongside them.
I do this blog to remind myself every single day that I have to be consistent in my daily tasks, even though I don’t love the tasks. Maybe I need to wear some not-so-comfy-pants to remind myself that I can’t stop for a milkshake in the middle of the afternoon.