If you’re not sure why I chose this subtitle, go here.
One of my favorite blogs right now is A Slob Comes Clean. Like Nony, too, am a slob. I don’t wanna be, but it’s a fact I just can’t seem to shake.
I’ve realized that the real reason I can’t keep my house in order isn’t laziness, kids, or even lack of time – it’s that I don’t have proper organization tools. I don’t have the right furniture or the space to keep everything we need to keep our large family going. So it all just gets piled around wherever it’s most convenient at the time. And since I’m a perfectionist, the fact that I know it can’t be done right keeps me from doing anything.
We live in a 24×60, 4 bedroom, 2 bathroom, double-wide trailer. To the average family, 1,440 square feet sounds big. But throw 8 people and two pets into that space, and it shrinks rather quickly.
Most of the closets are overflowing with random storage items: boxes, bins, bags of clothes.
And the same kinds of things are stacked throughout the house. In our living spaces. Where we should be living joyously but can’t, because there’s all this
#@&%$! stuff in our way.
The hot Peruvian wants to rent a storage unit in the next town over and put all the stuff we aren’t currently using out of sight. In theory, it would be nice to have everything out of the way so we can enjoy the space we do have. But I fear that we would never actually do anything with the stuff in storage – some of which I’m pretty sure we need, like kid’s winter clothes – so we’d be paying some horrid amount every month for the next who-knows-how-many years just to not have to deal with it. Not only would be be paying for the unit, we’d also end up buying things we don’t need because we wouldn’t know where they were, and going to Walmart for a new whatever is way easier than sorting through an overflowing 5×10 space in the freezing cold.
Still, it would be nice to make some room around here. Having free space would give me the motivation I need to actually clean our house. Which I haven’t really done since 2010. Gross.
Part of me wants to jump on the Peruvian’s bandwagon and toss everything into a unit right now! And, really, it would be a great idea if we were to pull one or two containers out each week to put away correctly until it’s all been dealt with. But then that follow-through issue comes back. You see, we’re both procrastinators, and since I don’t drive, this plan would be dependent on him taking initiative, too. That means teamwork, and, more importantly, correlation of both ambition and time. So I’m a little skeptical.
What do you think? Should we invest in a storage rental until we’ve had a chance to become more organized (and risk never seeing it again)? Or should we continue to live with the junk in the house as a constant reminder of what we should be doing? I could really use some help with this decision.
After choosing the title for this post, I discovered a meme by the same name. It’s all about completing projects, which sounds like a great idea, and I may play along at some point. But this week I’m all about survival.
We’re healed! Or getting there, at least. Everyone but the baby got a script for Zithromax on Thursday, and it seems to be working pretty well. So I have high hopes for our eating plan this week.
ants on a log & string cheese
crackers, cheese, deli meats & carrots
loaded baked taters, lettuce & cocktail tomatoes
baked chicken, quinoa & green beans
ham, rice & cooked carrots
ham sandwiches & bananas
baked beans, hot dogs & veggies
Snacks & Desserts
hot fudge cake w/ vanilla ice cream
So there ya have it: yumminess is in the cards. Also, I started my first psychology course today, so I am pretty much floating on cloud nine. This should be a good 7 days.
Have a great week!
It seems the sickness of the previous weeks was just a precursor to a full-on flu. The only one who hasn’t gotten it is the hot Peruvian. Most of our fevers seem to be coming down, and the chills and aches have faded. But it may take a while to recover from all the “food” we’ve been eating as a result of my illness: pizza, hot pockets, pizza, McDonald’s, pizza… (The hot Peruvian also made bacon and scrambled eggs one day, bless his heart, but even that was grease city.)
So I’d really really really like to plan a week’s worth of healthy fare, but as I was about to do so, reality kicked in:
- Our house is almost void of all things edible. Unless you count paper, in which case, we’re set for life!
- I have no idea what’s on sale at the grocery store this week.
- How am I gonna go shopping with 6 grouchy kids, while I myself feel like I was hit by a bi-level bus?
- Today is our anniversary (10 years of friendship, and 3 years since he proposed) and I have no clue whether we’re going to have a dinner date, see a movie, or skip doing anything.
So here are the things I know we’ll be having at some point throughout the week, in no particular order:
oatmeal w/ applesauce
chicken and dumplings
pasta with meat sauce
Hopefully next week things will be better, more organized, healthier. Until then, survival is the goal. What’s on your menu?
It’s been another crazy week, and boy am I glad it’s Friday! On Monday, I had a sick five year old. On Wednesday, my eight year old was sent home from school and the baby suddenly got a fever. Yesterday, we were ALL home, feeling like poo, wishing we could sleep instead of making multiple phone calls to cancel our pre-arranged appointments (that last part may have just been me). And as I was typing the last sentence, the school called to say that the oldest needs picked up again today. Thank goodness for wonderful in-laws who drive! Anywho, I need this few minutes of fun today, so blanks, here I come!