Morning Moxlings, are you feeling it? You guys have been working your tails off, even those of you who don't think you've done anything. I know better, and I'm here to pull you out of the guilt ditch, because it's never too late.
Something Dawna said yesterday really resonated and I wanted to share for those of you who didn't read comments:
All I have to do is get started and the cleaning seems to snowball.
This is precisely what I'm trying to instill in you. And this is a mama of four who also goes to school. I realize that it's unreasonable to expect that every swipe of the counter top will lead to a shampooing frenzy, but it's all about maximizing your effort. If you are already wiping it down though, you may as well go through that seemingly benign pile of mail that will feel like the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina when it gnashes its teeth at you tomorrow morning, or tonight, when you're not even sure you have the energy to drop dead.
As long as you're standing, do three more things than you planned. As long as you're crouching, pick up and/or spot check three more things than you planned.
This morning while passing a mirror, I saw one of the back-up dancers from Michael Jackson's Thriller video staring back at me, blankly. Only, truth be told, I'd have to get a make-over to look that good. And still, this is what I've done today:
Made a protein shake, because my mouth is reacting so violently to the acidic vegetables I've been eating, my throat is literally swelling shut. And yet, I prioritize cleaning. That's the difference between diligence and OCD.
Wiped down kitchen.
Mounted two adhesive hooks on the cupboard for the colanders, freeing up precious counter space.
Cleared off counter.
Cleaned off the tops of my beloved ottomans with a lint roller.
Wiped down garbage can after a tea bag dripped--that shit really stains! Dang!
Started Second Breakfast (soy yogurt), you know, in honour of the Hobbits in my life.
After my doctor's appointment I hope to:
*Fold all laundry (which automatically means putting it away)
*Bleach all sinks
*Straighten out all my girl shit on the back (allegedly dual) vanity.
*Empty waste baskets
*Dust dust dust, fuck fuck fuck.
*Keep tackling drawers until I don't hear ominous horror movie music every time I open one.
*Wash back bath mats
Have I mentioned how much I hate showering? As in, literal hatred? Well I do. Obviously, my OCD mandates daily showers, and I relish being clean, I just hate stripping down to my naught and getting all wet like a soaked, feral cat, and having to build the make up and hair back up from scratch. So, I put it off as long as I can, everyday. Also, I am more inspired to clean when I'm unshowered because, let's face it, being clean and sweating go together like mayonnaise on a delicious Costco cake, with capers on top. So I will notoriously hold off on showers until people are coming over to force me in. For instance, I have an appointment at 11:00 today, and at 10:58 Quinn (my 10 year old son) will be prodding, "Mom, you have to get in the shower!" So I always count this on my mental list because it involves cleaning, and it's something I hate doing, despite being so glad afterward, and the fact that it took a village.
Please share in my joy over the endless battle for counter space:
Hanging colanders, no longer a temptation for Todd's compulsive stacking/stashing/burrowing!
Space. My prize:
Okay now that that's out of my system, here is what I'd like you to work on today:
*L&D, which by now you know means folding, putting away, and wiping down the surfaces in your kitchen. This is daily. Accept it. Soon you won't notice, and someday you won't have wept at the sight of dishes in a long time.
*Pick up all grabage, whether on table tops or the floor, and throw it all away. The empty any wastebaskets that are full. May as well give your primary garbage can a spray of something and a wipe down. It only takes two minutes.
*Make your bed, and put away whatever needs to be put away in order to do so. I want you all to imagine a force field around your bedroom, and keep it clean. It will help you sleep and you will absolutely wake up happier.
*Toss up between vacuuming, if it's time for that again, and cleaning all surfaces.
Sam-You are hereby under strict orders never to devalue yourself or your perceived non-efforts here. If people had the vaguest clue about your life, they would turn to pillars of salt, so you hush. You're the person I'm thinking of when I say to stop thinking of the entire house, and just on the task in front of you. I know that you can't, but that's my wish for you. Here is your challenge: Set a timer and have V & C race to clean the front living room and the back living room areas. Or, if those feel clean enough to you, have them work together, racing to clean their room in ten minutes. Stay on that kitchen, do a manic wall-to-wall clutter sweep, and sit. With a pad of paper. And instead of listing what you're not doing, tell me what you are doing/have done. I'm not kidding. Do this.
As for the rest of you, I know you'll exceed my expectations, I can't wait to hear everything. Meanwhile, I'm going to spray a fire extinguisher in my mouths in hopes it will put out the flames which have engulfed my throat, and possibly knock me out and afford me a bit of sleep. Yes yes, I will clean the foam up as I asphyxiate.