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Clean Quilt Day

Clean Quilt Day

One of my first quilts. Imperfect, and I love it. :)

You know those little things in life that shouldn’t be special, but are? For example: clean sheet day. This is an unofficial holiday my husband and I celebrate rather infrequently. Don’t judge me, but rather than a weekly clean sheet day, we rejoice during my *ahem* bimonthly changing of sheets.

An even bigger holiday? Clean quilt day. As I’ve been on a quilting kick, I decided it was time to soak our bedroom quilt in Oxiclean and restore it to it’s beautiful white, blue, and green condition. The dingy gray, blue and green combo just wasn’t doing it for me anymore.

Oxiclean in the tub full of warm water for a few hours yield one nasty tub full of nasty nasty water.


Several hours later, all my bedding was dry, the bed was made, and my room smells lovely. Clean Quilt Day: a very special occasion indeed!

Sleepy Slacker Mom

I did the smart thing and stayed up till nearly 3 a.m. editing engagement photos for my sister.
Which didn’t seem so smart at 7 a.m. 

I’m super sleepy.
Interesting fact: on top of being sleepy, irritable, grouchy, grumpy, and just a wee bit snippy, my ADHD medication doesn’t work when I’m overly tired.
I need a minimum of 8 hours of sleep to avoid this. For real. 

Also: my ADHD medication doesn’t work when I’m hormonal. Hmmm… when does this medication work? I’m starting to wonder.

Also: I haven’t done laundry in 3 weeks. Except for underwear. We all have our limits, I mean, come on. But seriously… my kids outfits are starting to look

I just thought you should know.

Perfectly Imperfect

Perfectly Imperfect

One thing I always struggled with accepting in FlyLady’s program was that she preached and preached how we are all perfectionists. Please. Anyone who has been inside my house (without an hour’s prior notice) can tell I’m no perfectionist. My house is currently a disaster and even when it’s picked up I don’t bother to remove the tiny hand prints from the walls, or scrub the carpets, or dust anything. I’m not a perfectionist, and my husband would agree.

This morning, as I was lying in bed after my husband left (at 4:30 a.m., I typically roll over without a second thought), I felt overwhelmed by the condition of my house. I was complaining to my mother yesterday that I wasn’t going to get to heaven because my house is far from being “in order.” She tried to persuade me to believe that the scripture was indeed talking about spiritual houses, not our actual homes, but it did little to soothe the guilt. When I found myself unable to sleep today, I started attempting to talk myself into cleaning.
{Note: talking myself into doing anything before 8:00 a.m. is a pretty big accomplishment.}

I was thinking about how hard it is to get it all done. I have a tendency to not start what I can’t finish, or what I’m overwhelmed by. This in turn exacerbates the problem and days later, what I was originally overwhelmed by, I am now paralyzed with the thought of attempting the task.

The truth is: mothers–women–are ingrained with a certain level of perfection. It appears easy for others to care for their homes and their children and put dinner on the table. For me, it’s one mental fight after the next. Rather than shrugging my shoulders and saying, “Yeah, I’m just not a homemaker,” my spirit desperately wants to achieve perfection in this area. Because I know the laundry I just washed will ultimately end on the floor to be trampled because I was too lazy to fold it, I don’t do it. Because I don’t even know where to start in the disaster of a kitchen, I don’t start. Because every room in the house is a mess and by the time I clean one and move onto the next, the first is messy again, I continue to neglect them all.

I don’t do it because I can’t do it like “they” do it.
{Whoever they are–a question frequently asked but rarely answered.} 

The answer, it seems to me, is just start.

Isn’t it better to have a small load of clean laundry done, even if it perhaps doesn’t get put away? Even if there is a mountain more to do? Isn’t it better to load just the “easy” dishes–not the grimy ones–so you have something to eat off of in the morning? Isn’t it better to pick up just one room, even if the rest you can barely move through, so you have a place to relax and feed your spirit? {And perhaps your family?}

Why does it seems so hard just to do a little? I can’t do it all, so rather than doing nothing, what if I just tried to do what *very little* I am capable of doing? My husband says I sell myself short. Maybe when it feels like I’m barely capable of cleaning anything, if I just do what I can, I’ll find that it’s more than I realized all along?

I wish I could tell you that I tried this and two weeks later, my house is totally clean and I’m now up to perfect standards.
These are just the musings of a slightly sleep-deprived mom, knee deep in laundry and too scared to start.
Let me know if this helps you.
I’ll let you know if it helps me.

P.S. – I’d be remiss in posting this if I didn’t say Happy Birthday to my own perfectly imperfect Mom! Give her a shout out in the comments, will ya, for raising such an awesome kid?! Happy Birthday Mom, and thanks for everything. I love you!

ADHD wins {again}

adhd wins cover

Boy, I’m really pushing it for getting the next installment of the Walk Beside Me LDS Preschool Curriculum up! Seriously, if it wasn’t mostly ready to go… let’s just say I would save it for “another day.”
And we all know what happens on another day.
Pretty much everything I didn’t want to do on any other day.

Where was I?

Oh yes. H is for Helaman’s Army!

I’m not joking. My mind is all over the place tonight! This might be a post that actually needs to wait another day.

I don’t know if I’m having a meds issue; or if my hormones are about to go haywire but I swear, I can’t keep a thought in my head for longer than a minute. I feel so guilty because I didn’t do preschool with Nicole today.
Or yesterday.
Not because it’s not all set up, ready to go. It’s just too hard to tear myself away from things that are more interesting to me than helping a three and a half year old do puzzles and trace letters.

And the guilt? Oh the guilt.
I’m a professional guilter by nature, and no one gets it worse than myself. Then I feel so guilty about all that I haven’t done (laundry, any housecleaning whatsoever, preschool, helping kids with homework), that I try really hard not to think about it. I try so hard, in fact, to not think about it, that I end up blocking things out of my mind. For weeks at a time.
{Which is probably why my laundry piles are as frightening as they are; despite recent attempts to get “caught up.”} 

I know my ADHD symptoms are worse when I’ve had a lack of sleep.
They are worse when I’ve been stressed.
They are worse when my hormones are fluctuating.
yes I’m an adult, I can say grown-up lady words, but come on, my brothers read this!

So despite the fact that I haven’t had enough sleep lately (or ever), I’ve been mildly stressed (um, I have four kids), and my hormones are, you know, it doesn’t make me feel any better.

In fact, I feel pretty much like crap right now.
My big accomplishment of the day?
I made dinner.

I started a family pod on Beluga to encourage my family members (and myself) to get housework done, then I stopped posting because it was so depressing to repeat my daily failures to others.

It’s one of those days weeks where you want not be the mom. You don’t want the responsibilities, you don’t want to be the only one who is in charge of virtually everything. You don’t want your husband to be in bed all day long with a migraine knowing that you’re on your own for who-knows-how-long.
I want chocolate and my quilt and a Netflix marathon of Ugly Betty.
I want a kid free vacation.
And while I’m dreaming of unrealistic things, I want to be out of debt.

Oh shoot. That reminds me; Gary’s birthday is Tuesday.
I need something practical, exciting, and free.
Any ideas?
Yeah, me either. 

 P.S. I’m in a bit of a funk tonight.
P.P.S. H is for Helaman should be published tomorrow.
P.P.P.S. But I really can’t promise anything. 

Cleaning: Throwing in the dirty towel–er, clothes.

You know those “discussions” with your spouse that are not exactly fights, but it sort of feels like that, because you know you’re in trouble?
Had one of those tonight.
{Awesome. } 

I’m not one to blog about my marital problems–or even complain much to my mom about them. I mean, I like my husband, and I don’t want to permanently change anyone’s opinion of him because I might be temporarily annoyed with him.
It was about cleaning.

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