Cleaning...ugh!

Well, I just finished washing my kitchen floor by hand. It's been really dirty for quite some time now but I've just been too lazy to clean it and a regular moping just won't get it clean enough. My neice Hailey helped me finish it.

Now I've gotta tackle Mount Busch that's been piling up in my bedroom. I don't know what it is about folding and putting away clean laundry that has me stunted but it does. *Sigh* I know I'm not the only person that feels that way. I just wish there was some way that I could do a load from start to finish without hesitation or reserve. Maybe it's the whole, 8-step process that makes it difficult to want to finish. First you have to gather all the dirty laundry, then seperate the clothes by color, then put them in the washer, then wait for the washer to finish, then (when you remember) put the clothes from the washer to the dryer, then wait for them to finish drying, then you have to fold or hang them, then you have to put them up. By the time I finish all of those steps, I've lost sight of the goal and have moved on to something a little more "time gratifying." The sad thing is that right now, most of my laundry is clean, it just needs to be hung up or folded and then put away. I can't seem to get the motivation necessary to make that happen. Oh well, enough complaining about my laziness.

I'm going to try and tackle my bathroom sometime this weekend. ***Interesting fact: Blonde's have more hair folicles than brunettes.*** With that being said and me being a blonde, I find that my hair falls out in larger quantities than most so it's ALL over the place. It's a pain to clean hair up off the floor, as most of you women know. I've found that using a vacuum is the best way to get rid of hair on the floor. If you try to use the broom, it gets stuck to the bristles and then you have to remove the hair balls and put them in trash or toilet. Gross! The vacuum is just more sanitary to me. Then there's the toilet, sinks, and bath tub/shower that need to be cleaned. By the time I finally get to these areas of my bathroom, I start to feel overwhelmed and want to quit. But no one will do it for me so I usually continue until the task is done. All this to say, I'm not looking forward to cleaning this weekend. It's just one of those necessary evils in life.

6 Quirky Things About Me

1. I'm completely grossed out by the thought of eating or drinking out of dirty dishes. I have to inspect every dish or utensil for spots and if it's got something on it, I have to wash it before I can use it.

2. I am not ashamed to tell someone if they have something on their face or in their teeth. I like to look into people's eyes when I'm talking to them. But when they have something on their face or in their teeth, that's all I can think about when I should be listening. (I carry a mirror in my purse for instances such as these.)

3. I love to be creative but I have a really hard time finishing projects.

4. I always wash my face, hair, and body, in that order, every time I take a shower otherwise I'll forget to do one of them.

5. I graduated high school 8 years ago and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

6. My biggest fears are to die of asphyxiation, being alone, and losing people that I love.

It's about time!

Well, hello oblivion. I've been wanting to write a blog for some time now and I just haven't made the time to sit down and create one. So here it is... When my sister first asked me to create a blogging site, I thought there's no way I can find anything to write about in my meaningless, boring existence. But since I created my profile, all I've been thinking about is what I can write about and there's too much to say all at one time. Ahhhh! When I think about the massive amount of "stuff" that I want to get off my chest, I get this feeling of stop-loss. It's the same feeling I get when I think about cleaning my house room-by-room. I'll start with one room and low and behold there will be something from the next room in that room so in an effort to create order, I move it to the other room. Then the next thing I know I'm in the other room finding plenty of things to rearrange or clean and before I know it, I've lost control of my ability to compartmentalize. I was supposed to be in the original room until it was clean but here I am clear on the other end of the house trying to figure out if I have made any progress at all. Let me explain why I think this happens. See when I was a child, the doctor's told my mom that I was ADD and for the longest time I didn't know what that meant. I mean, what child doesn't have a problem with sitting still or concentrating. But as I get older, my inability to stay focused on the task at hand, finishing a project, or managing to read a book without being distracted by the least noise, is visible proof of that defect. It's a miracle that I'm even on topic now. I'm sure there are other women in this world that feel the same way that I do and maybe it's normal. But for me, there's this huge feeling of being overwhelmed that makes me stagnate and unable to move forward. The sad thing is that I have never really been able to rise above this very often and it's very discouraging. For now, I just try to take it slow and realize that the same mess will be there tomorrow if I can't get to it today. After all, life isn't about having a clean house, it's about living life saving the unimportant details (a super clean house) by the wayside to enjoy the rest. I hope to be able to express myself in future blogs and I appogize if I lose sight of the topic at hand. I'll just blame it on the ADD for now. Til next time!