Okay, today’s the day. Whimzie and I are jumping on the Flylady bandwagon.
I wish I had known about Flylady when I was a youngster at boarding school. I’ve always been a little bit of a Messy Marvin, and nowhere was that more evidenced than by the Reminder Sheet on the back of the door to my bedroom at my home-away-from-home. Every morning our rooms would get inspected by our dorm-mother. Shoes had to all be pointing in the same direction, 0nly two extra hangers allowed in the closet (on which we were to hang up our clothes after school), beds neatly made, and drawers spit spot. I’m breaking out in hives just remembering.
If our rooms didn’t pass inspection, we’d get a check or a “reminder” of what needed to be done. Exceed a certain number of reminders in a week, and privileges were revoked. Let’s just say I had a clear understanding of what “revocation” meant at a very young age.
When I gave up maid service when the kids came along (a decision I regret to this day) and I quit my paying job to stay home with them (a decision I have never regretted), things quickly spiraled out of control. A friend turned me onto the Flylady and by following her very simple routines, order was soon restored to my house and I actually kept up with the laundry. I was in such a groove with the system that I didn’t panic when the doorbell rang unexpectedly (and that’s saying a lot considering I had triplet toddlers running around).
I fell off the wagon a couple of years ago when I moved into our current house, and it didn’t take long for the piles to start appearing. So, in an attempt to get my act together so that I can have time to do the things I want to do (I’d love to actually read the books I check out of the library and not merely accumulate fines), I am back in the game.
In anticipation of beginning the program today, I cleared my first hot spot yesterday.
You don’t know how much better I already feel. Hopefully that counter will stay clean this week. It is my #1 goal. (And I feel compelled to insert here that the rest of the house doesn’t look like that counter. It is the absolute junkiest place in the house. EVERYTHING gets dumped there.)
Having a clean countertop isn’t the only thing that’s making me happy. We thought our cat was dying last Thursday and had taken him to the vet to see if anything could be done. I’m not one of those crazy cat people, but this pet is special because he was the first gift that Craig gave me after we were married. When I was growing up, I had always wanted an indoor cat, but my dad had allergies. Though I had many outdoor cats as a child, I decided long ago that the day I owned my own home, I would bring the cat inside. Simba was the fulfillment of that childhood desire and has been a very welcome part of our family for almost 13 years.
He started heading downhill and experiencing breathing difficulty last week. By Friday he had gone three days without eating and I had gone several nights without sleeping listening to him wheeze and thinking he was going to die any second .
I wasn’t sure when we took him in that he’d be coming back. My heart was heavy. In the grand scheme of things, he’s just a pet and we’ll lose him one day, but the last thing I wanted to do was give the okay to put him down. I just didn’t have it in me.
So you can imagine my delight when they figured out a way to ease his breathing (I still haven’t looked at the bill and told Craig not to tell me) and gave us more time to enjoy him. He is positively skippy and back to his old purry self. It makes my heart happy.
And speaking of being happy, guess what I picked up while wandering Blockbuster this weekend…..
And it’s not due back until Thursday. Marathon, anyone?
Besides wandering Blockbuster, I also wandered the aisles of Costco. School started back this morning, so that means I’m back in the snack and lunch-packing routine .
And yes that would be a smashed up Nutrigrain bar in the trunk of my car.
And finally (I am all over the map today) in addition to new routines and a new lease on life , I’m getting back on the straight and narrow as far as my eating habits go. They have been as undisciplined as my housekeeping, so I’m endeavouring to do two things for my health this week.
Eat more vegetables.
Get on the Wii Fit for 15 minutes a day.
I realize as I read through what I just wrote that I’m setting an ambitious agenda for the week, but I welcome the challenge. I like to shoot for the stars. That way, even if I flame out, I still land on the moon.
Have a nice day.
P.S. Happy Anniversary, Craig. Thank you for making me laugh and for hanging on with me on this crazy ride (and for paying through the nose for the cat).
I love you.