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I'll come clean and admit I've already failed spectacularly at FlyLady. It has to have been 7 or so years ago that I first gave it a try, when we were living in a 1 bedroom townhouse. How I can hope to succeed now, in a 4-bedroom house, is beyond me. I do realize that I didn't really give it a chance the last time, and coupled with my vague, dim memory of the program and some glowing commentary on my FB feed, I rashly put it down as a goal (but not as anything other than 'give it an honest try', thankfully).
Let me just say right here, if you like FlyLady and it works for you, great. I'm happy for you. But I have every right to my opinion, and if I don't like it, I not only should modify it (as mentioned by several vocal pro-Fly-ers on blogs), but I have every right to explain why I don't like it in my blog. So.
I went to the website today, and a lot of the horrible memories came rushing back. The unbearable perkiness. The patronizing. The over-riding religious overtones. The emphasis on mommy-hood. The seeming indication that I'm the only one responsible for the condition of the house.
But I promised to give it an honest try, and I will just filter all the extra stuff out. I will not sign up for e-mails, since they'd mostly show up while I'm at work, making them kinda useless. But I will work through the steps on the website.
Step One: Shine Your Sink
Erm, okay... how does one 'shine' a non-aluminum sink? I can bleach mine out, but it's old and, frankly, it's never going to look great. And doesn't that strike you as a bit 'perfectionistic' - hell, I'd be happy to see the bottom of my sink. And she does go on and on about perfectionism being the enemy. So, modification #1: have a dishes-free and passable 'clean' sink.
...but wait. Cleaning the kitchen is supposed to be my husband's job. Dishes and yard, those are his things. So I told him about it, and he said, "no problem, that's easy, we'll just take the dishes out of the sink." So tonight I may, indeed, have and empty, clean sink... and a counter piled full of dirty dishes.
But, hey, at this point, I'll take just about anything, because I don't exactly have any time to do anything other than stop to get dinner, walk the dog, try to finish the book for book club, go to book club, come home and spend Top Gear quality time together, and get ready for bed.
Let me just say right here, if you like FlyLady and it works for you, great. I'm happy for you. But I have every right to my opinion, and if I don't like it, I not only should modify it (as mentioned by several vocal pro-Fly-ers on blogs), but I have every right to explain why I don't like it in my blog. So.
I went to the website today, and a lot of the horrible memories came rushing back. The unbearable perkiness. The patronizing. The over-riding religious overtones. The emphasis on mommy-hood. The seeming indication that I'm the only one responsible for the condition of the house.
But I promised to give it an honest try, and I will just filter all the extra stuff out. I will not sign up for e-mails, since they'd mostly show up while I'm at work, making them kinda useless. But I will work through the steps on the website.
Step One: Shine Your Sink
Erm, okay... how does one 'shine' a non-aluminum sink? I can bleach mine out, but it's old and, frankly, it's never going to look great. And doesn't that strike you as a bit 'perfectionistic' - hell, I'd be happy to see the bottom of my sink. And she does go on and on about perfectionism being the enemy. So, modification #1: have a dishes-free and passable 'clean' sink.
...but wait. Cleaning the kitchen is supposed to be my husband's job. Dishes and yard, those are his things. So I told him about it, and he said, "no problem, that's easy, we'll just take the dishes out of the sink." So tonight I may, indeed, have and empty, clean sink... and a counter piled full of dirty dishes.
But, hey, at this point, I'll take just about anything, because I don't exactly have any time to do anything other than stop to get dinner, walk the dog, try to finish the book for book club, go to book club, come home and spend Top Gear quality time together, and get ready for bed.