As I unloaded groceries on Monday, I kept repeating to myself: One for One. This concept used to boggle my mind. I had no idea what it meant or why Organized People all nodded knowingly when it was mentioned. I now understand. I've grasped the concept. And yet I still have to chant it in my head because it's just sooo unnatural to me. I …
breakthroughs
A Huge Moment for this Slob Mama
I have two boys who are ten and eleven. They totally crack me up. Lately, they've been choreographing detailed "wrestling" matches and performing them for the rest of the family. Sunday, as they put on their scheduled pay-per-view (a penny per person) match during half-time of the Cowboys game, I used my fancy new camera to video …
Hubby Did the Laundry!
Last Monday, Hubby was sick. Sick enough to be home, but not flat-on-his-back-in-bed sick. I spent the day up at the church working on things for the Christmas show. When I finally came home . . . I saw that the laundry was done. Like . . . all the way. Every single pile. Photo Credit: Tyne & Wear …
Phantom Laundry (And the Laundry Management Method that is Rocking My World)
What do you see when you look at this picture? A couch? Like . . . just a couch? OK good. That's what I see too. This couch (actually a loveseat) has been invisible, covered in clean laundry for the past ten years. And we bought it ten years ago. Which means I've only rarely seen it not covered in clean laundry. I felt the need …
Conviction, Priorities, and Purpose
Loaded title, huh? I wrote out a plan for last week. It helped. Really, it did. Not that I ever looked at it again or printed it out so I could use a pen to cross things off. It was more about thinking ahead. Accepting that even though Tuesdays and Wednesdays are taken up with commitments, not letting the other three days just happen …
Letting People into Our Lives, Not Just Into Our Home
Today is a strange day in my deslobification process. I'm having lots of warm fuzzies over the fact that I have extra laundry to do and am storing a rather large piece of furniture in my garage. I've shared recently that my husband's sister is moving. Moving stinks. The upheaval, the physical exertion, and the emotional …
How to Start Cleaning Up . . . When You Don’t Know Where to Start
Over the past few months, as I've gotten to the point where many areas of my home are under control more than they ever were pre-blog, I have started cleaning up and organizing areas that are particularly difficult. Areas where getting started is the hardest part. Like the Laundry Room. Or the playroom. If you're a regular reader, you've …
Letting Go of Someone Else’s Memories
Sometimes I find myself holding on to memories . . . that aren't even mine. People give me stuff. They don't want these things in their own homes, but they hate to throw them away or donate their special items to an unknown-possibly-non-appreciative stranger. So they give it to me. They know how much I love a good story. They know how …
Is It Irony? Or Is It Just Life?
I do believe that I live a life of irony. At least more than normal people do. I can rarely answer any question with a one word answer. There's always some reason for an extra-long explanation. But maybe . . . sometimes . . . I'm being a little overly dramatic. Perhaps I have a bit of a martyr complex. I mentioned on facebook the other …
