I taught Kem another sign today. She's a smart one, that girl. Whenever she wants a certain thing she points to the area it's kept in kitchen and signs, more please. How can I refuse a cutie with such impeccable manners? So we both had a lot of Otter Pops today. But it was hot and, you know, we need to stay hydrated. (Sorry Mom. But we did have unsweetened oatmeal for breakfast!)
Have any of you heard about FlyLady? You'd know if you have. Ironically, the website is messy and there's a lot of jargon that takes a while to understand. And the wordiness. LOTS of wordiness. (If you sign up for the emails you might want to set up a filter to herd them into their own folder - there's lots of wordy emails.) My point is that certain aspects of the FlyLady system have helped me. She's really big on the concept "you can do anything for 15 minutes" and I've found it to be true, for the most part. (I can't slice onions for 15 minutes without losing all ten fingers; this morning I was bleeding after slicing peaches - who knows what this means for my future slicing attempts.)
Though we're really really really different in lots of ways, this FlyLady person said she was/is a perfectionist. Which I also am. Us perfectionists (especially the pessimistic ones) tend to skulk around the house with a cloud of doom and gloom of their heads. We see how MUCH we want to do (and we want to do it RIGHT) and so therefore we promptly do nothing at all because who has the time to do it RIGHT? Amazingly, you can do anything for 15 minutes. And, after having spent that 15 minutes doing whatever horrible chore you've been postponing (pessimistic, procrastinating perfectionists are the worst, I should know) you realize that hey, it actually took you less than 15 minutes to scrub the nasty tub! And while you're at it you could probably clean the toilet too! Who knew! And then, even though the bathroom isn't the picture of perfection you want it to be it sure beats the heck out of enduring a grimy tub and smelly toilet.
I've been doing a lot of timer-setting recently. 15 minutes in a room and then I move on. 15 minutes of dishwashing - that's all I have to do. 15 minutes of, hey! guilt-free playing with my kid! 15 minutes of downtime on the couch... which turned into a 2.5 hour nap but hey! I get up with Superman who leaves the house at FOUR AM (lest you think I'm crazy, I do go back to bed, after eating something so I'll last until daybreak.)
Another thing FlyLady is big on is routines and this is something I've been balking at. Routines. How boring. How predictable. It's so much work. It's amazing how much a simple morning and evening routine can influence whether or not you have a good day. Just a simple step such as laying out your clothes for the next day while you're awake and functioning can make a huge difference. Anyhow, I've written out my routines but lack the commitment to follow through with them. It has something to do with the fact that whenever you set rules for yourself, you are ALWAYS the first one to break them because, hellooooo you set them. You're so entitled to break them! Bah - they weren't that important anyway. Talk about self-sabotage.
And with that, I'm late for my evening routine. Shall I incorporate blogging into my nightly habits?