Mixed up bag of weekend-y-ness
Monday, July 23, 2012
I don't have to pretend that's a real word, because I put in hyphens. (That's my spellcheck rule toward adding to the English language. Incidentally, this means spellcheck isn't a real word.)
What I did this weekend:
- I made my bed for the first non-"company is coming" time in years. Other than those few times that I wanted to see the effect of my bedding and throw pillows. But those don't count. Because that's not "I just woke up and now it's time to make my bed." It's more, "How would my room look if someone else lived here?" And I have made my bed three mornings in a row, so this could be sustainable.
- I sorted out some old magazines, ripped out some pages I wanted to keep, and designated about 20 magazines as "to recycle." I still have a huge stack of mags, but I'm going to sort them out a little bit at a time.
- I reduced the size of the mountain of stuff on my coffee table and completely removed all the clutter that was lurking under my coffee table. Eventually, I plan to have a "magazine photo shoot" sort of look to my coffee table. But with the addition of my netbook computer, because the only time that gets put away or turned off is when I'm taking it out of my house, usually hundreds of miles away.
- Made a jewelry station from a frame, some fabric, a piece of foam core board, a few pins, a piece of wire and a couple of cup hooks. It looks very nice in my newly fabulous bedroom (the one with the neatly made bed).
- Hit the farmer's market, Supermarket Sweep-style (check it- I hit three stands in a good sized crowd and was in and out in under 10 minutes), and bought beans, peaches, tomatoes, basil, mozzarella, focaccia, and a jar of jam.
- Sang in the choir at my church, then went out for lunch with the other choir members.
- Took a brief nap and cuddled with my cat.
- Did all of the dishes, cleaned the counters, washed the cabinet doors and backsplash and shined the sink (and got Barkeeper's Friend in my eye while wearing a new-that-morning pair of contact lenses, which are now $30 shrinky-dinks in my kitchen garbage). Afterward, I got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed all of the corners and under-toe kick parts of the kitchen floor, before taking a Swiffer Wet Jet to it.
In between, I watched a lot of TNT shows.
Here's what I didn't do this weekend:
- Eat right.
So... I feel really good about all the cleaning. I'm a horrible housekeeper. I always have been and I've never been able to establish good housekeeping habits. I've been following an (extremely foul languaged) blog that is all about inspiring you to take care of your home in the least amount of time possible (using really bad words). The tagline- which strangely uses appropriate for all ages language- is “Terrifying motivation for lazy people with messy homes.” Hey! That's ME!! I've read a lot of blogs about house cleaning and organization and this is the first one that hasn't made me feel completely inadequate and distressingly single and child-free, and as if I'm living in a different system of time than people who have hours to devote to keeping their home clean and their family fed. Thinking in traditional gender roles, in my house, I'm the mom, the dad and the kid. And at the end of the day, after bringing home the bacon, I don't feel like frying it up in a pan (and then cleaning up the grease-spattered cooktop). I feel like watching TV and playing video games.
Anyway, I'm working on my house. Because it makes me sad. And I think it's a sign of a disordered, unhappy mental state. Every time I worry about money, or work, or my health, my housekeeping becomes chaotic. I think that's not that uncommon.
But I am not happy that I didn't run or strength train at all this weekend. I'm not happy that I had Taco Bell for dinner on Saturday (and not Fresco style, either) and a mega-giant caprese salad for dinner on Sunday. Or that the other thing that I had on Sunday was an enormous brunch featuring corned beef hash. Or that I gave in to the temptation of ice cream social leftovers in the office fridge not once, not twice, but three times on Friday. (Argh. Blargh! Seriously?!)
I'm hoping that once the major cleaning is done and it becomes a matter of maintaining it (my goal in all of this), I will be able to spend my weekends doing and eating healthy shtuff.
I'm not going to kick myself over this past weekend. I am going to resolve to do better. Again. Some more.