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August 2nd, 2011
So I saw this article today, and I think pretty much everyone who’s been around my blog for any amount of time realizes I struggle with organization. So of course I read it. And, of course, it’s not particularly useful or helpful, at least not for me. And here’s why:
( The ten habits, and my rebuttals )
I think it all boils down to this: being neat and organized has to be more important to you than doing other things. Until then, you will continue to do other things in lieu of cleaning. And then you may hit that tipping point that the annoyance of the house being that cluttered or dirty overwhelms you and you want to do nothing else but clean it up. And you are suddenly motivated, and you work, and the house gets ‘clean enough’, and then you’re happy... and then you find you’d much rather read/watch tv/knit/whatever instead of tackling that pile of mail to be sorted... and the whole cycle starts over again.
Until something happens to make me put having a spotless, meticulously organized house above everything else, I think I’m doomed to suffer the rollercoaster of periodic bouts of cleaning.
( The ten habits, and my rebuttals )
I think it all boils down to this: being neat and organized has to be more important to you than doing other things. Until then, you will continue to do other things in lieu of cleaning. And then you may hit that tipping point that the annoyance of the house being that cluttered or dirty overwhelms you and you want to do nothing else but clean it up. And you are suddenly motivated, and you work, and the house gets ‘clean enough’, and then you’re happy... and then you find you’d much rather read/watch tv/knit/whatever instead of tackling that pile of mail to be sorted... and the whole cycle starts over again.
Until something happens to make me put having a spotless, meticulously organized house above everything else, I think I’m doomed to suffer the rollercoaster of periodic bouts of cleaning.
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It was the heat that made me do it. My weather widget says it's 110°F here, and it's been near or over the 100°F mark for almost two weeks now. We're all a little cranky, and not just from the electric bills.
Still, it's no excuse for a reasonably fit middle-aged woman not to walk 15 feet across a parking lot.
No, instead she had to do that thing were you push the cart up to the front of the parking stall, up near my front quarter-panel. And I snapped. I was about 10 feet away from her car as she was climbing in and I yelled "Seriously?! There's a cart return RIGHT THERE."
She said "Thank you for telling me that" coolly enough, but quickly slammed the door and started backing out. As I was drawing level with her (I was on the phone at the time) I said clearly "What a lazy bitch." As she was looking right at me at the time, I'm fairly sure she got my meaning, though I doubt the encounter will have any effect on her.
She didn't even finish backing out of the spot (the places next to her were empty), threw the mini-van into drive and sped off. What, did she think I was going to go after her with my package of hotdog buns? It's not even like I had a loaf of French Bread or a Baguette (the best bread for hand-to-hand combat).
I did return the cart, not for her, but for the poor employee who would otherwise have to wander all over the parking lot in this heat collecting up stray carts (having done that job, I can appreciate the suckatude of it).
I feel better for having said something, but wished I could have gotten to her cart in time to run it into her car. Probably a good thing I didn't, then...
Still, it's no excuse for a reasonably fit middle-aged woman not to walk 15 feet across a parking lot.
No, instead she had to do that thing were you push the cart up to the front of the parking stall, up near my front quarter-panel. And I snapped. I was about 10 feet away from her car as she was climbing in and I yelled "Seriously?! There's a cart return RIGHT THERE."
She said "Thank you for telling me that" coolly enough, but quickly slammed the door and started backing out. As I was drawing level with her (I was on the phone at the time) I said clearly "What a lazy bitch." As she was looking right at me at the time, I'm fairly sure she got my meaning, though I doubt the encounter will have any effect on her.
She didn't even finish backing out of the spot (the places next to her were empty), threw the mini-van into drive and sped off. What, did she think I was going to go after her with my package of hotdog buns? It's not even like I had a loaf of French Bread or a Baguette (the best bread for hand-to-hand combat).
I did return the cart, not for her, but for the poor employee who would otherwise have to wander all over the parking lot in this heat collecting up stray carts (having done that job, I can appreciate the suckatude of it).
I feel better for having said something, but wished I could have gotten to her cart in time to run it into her car. Probably a good thing I didn't, then...