I knew. Forty feet away, his features obscured by the bright sun gleaming through the window behind him . . . I knew. The shape, the color, the way the collar rested on his shoulders . . . I knew. No confusion, just clarity. I knew exactly what had happened that morning. Even though he didn't understand it himself. Yes, this very … [Read more...]
Never Assume You Know What’s at the Bottom of the Pile
I shared my master bedroom transformation yesterday. I just want to say . . . thank you for your support and understanding. I often hear from readers who are so relieved to know they're not the only one, but honestly . . . . it's still a huge relief for me to hear that too. The picture above is one of the before photos. It's of three … [Read more...]
Please Don’t Loan Me Oddly Shaped Breakables
Please. Pretty please. No matter how artistic the flower arrangement or how much you think I need decorating help . . . don't lend me breakable items that DON'T FIT ANYWHERE. It's hard enough for me to keep track of my own stuff. Worrying about finding a "spot" where someone else's things won't get broken, or piled on, or forgotten . . . … [Read more...]
We Emptied the Trash Can . . . I Mean, Cleaned Out the Suburban
That’s Hubby and me. Pre-blog, that’s the reaction we always had when I’d say “I really think we should keep it this way!” after cleaning out the master bedroom, the garage, the living room, the closet . . . whatever. We rarely react that way anymore. This deslobification process is working, and even though my kitchen sink is currently full … [Read more...]
Doing What Works . . . Or at Least Works Better
It was a good idea. An idea proven by many wonderful mothers and housekeepers since the invention of laundry baskets and drawers, I'm sure. But it just doesn't work for me right now. About three or four weeks ago, I started putting folded laundry directly into baskets for each family member. It's so much prettier and … [Read more...]
Why Do I Stop Doing Something That Works?
The boys' school has a new system this year. Parents have to have a "car tag" to pick up their kids at the end of the day. The only problem is that the vast majority of parents don't drive through the teeny-tiny-1960s-car-loop, but park and walk to get them. But even we walkers have to bring our tags with us. Little pieces of laminated … [Read more...]
It’s a Good Thing I Like Roller Coasters
I'm glad I'm a thrill-ride kind of girl who enjoys ups and downs and stomach-floaty moments. Because this Slob in Recovery thing could really get to me if I wasn't. I know it's good to celebrate progress. I know it's good to enjoy the changes that I've already made. But perhaps . . . perhaps . . . . the part of my brain that was able to … [Read more...]
Clue #2 in The Messy Master Bedroom Mystery
We/I have too many clothes. I've known this, and the first clue in the Messy Master Bedroom Mystery was related to this concept as well. But I had a slap-in-the-face moment this morning when I went looking for baskets. See, I'm trying a new method. Not new as in earth-shattering-no-one-has-ever-thought-of-it-before, but new as in … [Read more...]
Oh Big Pot! How I’ve Missed You!
My big pot, the one I use for pretty much everything, had been missing for over a month. OK, so "missing" doesn't really describe the situation with accuracy. I knew exactly where it was. I knew exactly what was in it. And I had a pretty good idea of how long it had been in there. It was stuck in the back of the fridge, full of very old … [Read more...]
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