Hello! Hello! I’m here! Right here. If you want to blame anybody for my long absence, you can blame this guy:
He has been throwing absolute fits every time I sit on the computer. He starts shoving his hand under my butt and yells at me to GET UP NOW, MAMA! He does not like competition for my attention, and he won’t be showed up by a machine, thank you very much. (Really, I just wanted to show you that ridiculous picture.)
This is a little late, but I’ve made a few New Year’s Resolutions I wanted to share:
1) Dishes done every night. EVERY NIGHT. Even if it feels like the torture of the damned. Every night.
2) Find something like Fly Lady that isn’t annoying like Fly Lady. I want the day-to-day homekeeping plan without the inspirational crap.
3) Read some Suze Orman books, and figure out why we are still living paycheck to paycheck.
4) No drastic haircuts this year. Trimming the split ends only. And minimal ponytails.
5) Make a serious effort with Etsy and try to bring in a couple of hundred dolla dolla bills a month.
6) Work on that book of mine. For real. Get the proposal done already!
7) Throw out all of that stuff I don’t need like Foy did.
So far, I have been doing awesome with #1. Something snapped in me mid-December, and I have been a dirty dish fiend every day. I somehow came across a blog that led me to Fly Lady, and she told me to shine my sink. I thought that was silly, because I had just had a new sink installed, so of course it was already shiny. But then I went to my sink, and it had water spots all over it! Crusties, even! My week-old sink! I absolutely freaked and scrubbed the crap out of that sink, and I shine that baby every night now. It has been nothing short of life-changing. My clean kitchen invites me to cook more because I’m not overwhelmed by the idea of scrubbing out a stinking, moldy pot first. I started tidying up my livingroom every night, too. It is incredible that I am able to invite someone over without the anxiety of the frantic clean-up before hand. I’m not saying it’s spotless, but it isn’t embarrassing any more.
Mr. GET OFF THE COMPUTER is waking up now.