Showing posts with label house keeping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label house keeping. Show all posts

Monday, May 18, 2009

What's That Smell?

Okay, so it's a lazy any damn day of the week Sunday and you've slacked off a bit on home maintenance. No biggie. Who's gonna see the mess but your children? 

The phone rings and you suddenly have 15 minutes to prepare yourself for unexpected guests.  You decide that the toys look charming strewn across the living room, but the overflowing trash can does NOT.  The trash goes and yet the odor remains.  You take a swipe at the cat box and still, you can smell something mysterious and unpleasant.  Opening the windows doesn't help and the clock is ticking. What do you do?

You could bake a pie to cover the smell IF you were the kind of person who was just about to bake a pie or just so happened to have a stash of SaraLee in the freezer, but you aren't THAT person. Are you? No you are the kind of person whose home has the lingering aroma of ass and you only have 5 minutes left.

Time to call in the big guns. 

 
I save my Yankee Candles for when I need serious nose camouflage.  The candle works in two ways:
1.  It muscles away any offending odors.
2. It distracts your guests.  They spend so much time wondering if you are about to serve them something yummy to eat, that they don't notice the unfolded laundry and the inch of cat hair on the carpet.
Just sayin'.
*Thanks Rachel! My supply was low.

Friday, April 10, 2009

How My Day Goes...Usually...Sometimes

I thrive on structure and yet my natural tendency is to resist schedules. I'm quirky like that. When I was in college I would daydream about having nothing to do and nowhere to be at any certain time.  When I worked second shift hours I would pace the house all morning, unable to start any activity because I would only have to stop and go to work. I am prone to tunnel vision. Being a mother has only led to a tiny improvement in this department. Violet is pretty good at reminding me to cook by chirping, "I hung-eee! I firsty!", every 30 minutes all day long. She is not so good at keeping me on task with laundry and mopping. I never hear her squeal, "My hamper is full and smells like old pee!"

My real problem is that I do not multitask.  I can, if I have to, but it is not in my nature.  I like to do one thing at a time.  When Violet was an infant this tendency to unitask resulted in my sitting on the couch, babe in arms, most of the day.  I was so tired that I couldn't even engage the ability to multitask. The switch was broken.  I tried to go back to work (for three whole days) when Violet was 4 months old and I could NOT do it.  I spent the entire day thinking about Violet, thinking about pumping in the bathroom, thinking about seeing her at lunchtime, thinking about getting home to her.  I was not an efficient, or present employee. I knew that I could either be an employee or a mother. I couldn't be both.  I was already struggling with the whole wife/mother combo and working put me over the edge to the dark side.

So, I spent three years wallowing in luxurious, Mommy misery.  I allowed Violet to determine the rhythm of our day and then I frantically attempted to do all of my housework after she went to bed.  Eventually, something had to give, right. My free pass on having a messy household was about to expire.  No one can expect the mother of a baby to keep a clean house, but the mother of a lone preschooler should be able to get out the vacuum occasionally. 

I tried making a schedule for myself that I could hang on the refrigerator and refer to throughout the day.  I stopped looking at it in a day and a half.  The paper could not compel me to action. I had operated on a visual system of home maintenance for so long, that I had a hard time changing.  By visual I mean; I see the dirt/overflowing laundry/sink full of dishes and I take care of it.  I needed to be more proactive, so that I wasn't always cleaning in haz-mat mode.  I mean, if you can see dirt on the carpet, it's been dirty for a long time.

In my desperation I started looking online for a solution. I looked around awhile and found Chore Buster. It makes a schedule and then emails it to you and anyone else who does chores in your household.  It worked okay for awhile, but it was essentially the same as posting a list on my fridge. It wasn't interactive or flexible.  Then I found Remember the Milk.  RTM not only lets you create a highly flexible schedule, but you can subscribe to your own schedule and post it on your homepage (iGoogle in my case) and see what you need to do everyday.  The thing that really sold me, was that I could mark tasks as completed and they would disappear from view.  If I don't have time to do something I can postpone it and the task moves to the next day.  If I get ahead of schedule I can complete chores early and mark it off the list.  Of course, the program is meant for people with WAY more to do than keep house and mind a child, so you can use it to schedule and list absolutely everything.

My house has never been cleaner and yet I don't seem to spend much time cleaning.  It appears that all I need is a computer generated mother to remind me to pick up after myself.   I still don't schedule my crafting, or storytime with Violet, but all my unpleasant tasks are laid out in a manageable format and that makes me feel much less guilty about my unstructured, mostly in pajamas, life.

Monday, April 6, 2009

What the Dishwasher Giveth, He Also Taketh Away

You, my devoted readers, have made it clear that Mr. Green Jeans should be allowed to flourish in his lonely garden patch under the dishwasher. I was delighted that so many of you were not only accepting of my shortcomings as a house keeper, but excited to see what might happen next.

Alas, Mr. Green Jeans was never meant to bear fruit. The same warmth and steam that sprouted him from his tiny seed also brought about his untimely end.  With each cycle of the dishwasher he got weaker and since Mama does not do dishes by hand if she can help it, the little fighter had to be moved or die.

I took a good look at the origin of the seedling and determined that it could not be transplanted. There was nothing to dig up.  His soil amounted to nothing more than an apple peel and some crumbs.  With a heavy heart I gently removed Mr. Green Jeans from his home and returned him to the earth out in the back yard.

It was for the best.

Monday, March 30, 2009

My Dishwasher Has a Green Thumb

Perhaps, I should be too mortified to share this with you, but how can I not celebrate the triumph of life over adversity.

Violet alerted me to a visitor in the kitchen this morning.

 
  
I know how photosynthesis works, having just learned about it at our preschool co-op, so I am not entirely surprised that this happened.  I live in an old house.  This dishwasher was installed by a handyman not well versed in the old house arts.  I am also not terribly consistent about cleaning the dishwasher (or the floor, or the baseboards...).  It was only a matter of time before the earth started to reclaim our house.  Mr. Green Jeans here is clearly better qualified to dispose of our garbage than we are.  
So, what stray vegetable seed led to this little fighter?  My bets are on a tomato or a red pepper.  My curiosity bids me to let it grow, but the tiny, screaming, oft-ignored housekeeper in the deep recesses of my brain is begging me to remove it and pretend it never happened. Who will win?  
I'll leave it until the husband gets home and see if he gags or not. 
*On a side note, this serendipitous growth made for a fantastic homeschool lesson on decomposition and plant growth and whatnot.  Violet supposes that a mouse carried the seed under the dishwasher. 
Vermin and decomposing food?  Who wants to come over for dinner?

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Better Homes & Gardens I am NOT

Over a month ago I made a trip to IKEA.  You may recall that I had a plan, a very specific plan, for The Pink Room.  I bought shelving and tables and table legs and the entire BYGEL product line to store bits and bobs on my wall.  I was very excited. 

Then I was felled by the Ninja Flu and the plan completely unraveled.  I wanted to be able to show you a room worthy of a blog like Maya*Made or Sew Liberated.  The reality is, I don't live neatly and I have no time or patience for removing the spectacularly hideous wallpaper.  I try my best to clean up my mess, but in the end, the mess is me.

So, without further ado, I give you the newly reorganized and slighlty less disastrous Pink Room.

 
Here's a close-up of that fine, iridescent paper. The green shelves are from the AS-IS section at IKEA, so I only paid $2 each for them. Score! The Rubbermaid brand uprights were not cheap.

 
I wanted to have one continuous table the length of the room (sewing on side, paper crafts on the other), but the dimensions of our borrowed truck limited my choice of table tops.  So, I have two tables with a mismatched board spanning the two. Classy.

 
Here are the BYGEL storage thingies. They are meant for use in the kitchen, but I've repurposed them for supplies. 

 
Here is Violet's corner of the room.  It gets a lot of light and she can do her thing while I'm sewing. Also, notice the homemade curtains that do not match and used to be twin sized sheets. Crafty+Cheap=Awesome!

 
Um, yeah. Here's all the crap that used to be on the floor.  See, I've watched Wall-E a lot over the winter and I've learned that the best thing to do with garbage is to stack it vertically and hope it doesn't fall over. Anybody want a non-digital 13" TV? No? How about a copy of the Friends trivia game?

 
On a swanky craft blog, this shot would be of neatly folded and color coordinated piles of gorgeous designer fabric.  Here at chez Heathen you get to see my tiny pile of clearance bin designer fabric and my enormous collection of salvaged towels and outgrown clothes. I have plans for all that. Yes, I do.
There you have it. Now, I can really make a mess in there.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Wardrobe Wednesday

When I am too tired to efficiently run my household, I am not afraid to ask for help.



If needed, Wonder Woman will also do some folding, but she only does wash clothes.

*What are you wearing?  I'll be using Mister Linky now to list participating blogs.  Go on. Do it.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

When Mama Is Sick

In this trying economy, it is important to hold on to the job you've got. Sometimes that means reminding everyone just how indispensible your work is. In the case of a stay-at-home parent, the most expedient way to get a little respect is to take ill and stop performing ALL of the million tiny tasks that you are normally responsible for. Your employer family will soon realize just how much they need you, when they find themselves starving and knee deep in their own filth. Unfortunately, once this little exercise is over you will find yourself with a mess to clean up. I advise keeping Mommy Sick Leave as brief as possible, so that you do not have to deal with this.

The debris field continued throughout the house.
The thick layer of crumbs really didn't photograph clearly.
At least no one starved, right?
Okay, I'm not sure I can blame this one on my illness.


* Oh! Shady Lady recently bestowed an award on me for my attitude and gratitude. Thanks! I would be eternally grateful if you all forgive me for not following ANY of the procedures required for accepting the award. C'mon! I'm really tired. I had to clean this dirty house.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

56/365


The Pink Room is almost ready to unveil.  Violet's corner got some use today, but she keeps asking to go back downstairs.  Old habits die hard.  I'm sure she expects the room to descend into chaos at any moment.  She also insists on keeping the door shut.  I've conditioned her to see the room as a source of family shame.  It may take some time to reprogram her.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Recently Uncovered: Part 2

*See Part 1 of this fascinating series, here.

In case you doubt just how far we've come in the last 20 years, here is another "treasure" that I found while cleaning out the Pink Room.

 
I was ahead of my time. I was on the internet before it was called "the internet."

 
30 "personal messages" FREE! Of course, we were the ONLY family in the universe on Prodigy, so it was easy to stay within our monthly e-mail limit.

 
Talk about blazin' fast dial-up service.  Woo! We would watch football games and check Prodigy to see how quickly they updated the score.  Sometimes it took as little as five minutes.

 
 I mean, it's practically compatible with everything!  If only I could find a floppy disk drive, we'd be in business. 
****************************
I have no idea why I kept this, but now that it has been properly documented it will be taking the long walk to the landfill.  Of course, I might be persuaded to give it away if anyone out there has an interest in starting an Internet Antiquities Museum.  Any takers?

Friday, February 20, 2009

Recently Uncovered

Last weekend I made a big deal about our trip to IKEA and then... nothing.  I know you are all clinging to the edges of your seats waiting to see the $5 case of drinking glasses and the dozen multi-colored, plastic bag clips I bought.  I'm sorry, but I warned you I was on a mission.

The trip to IKEA was part of a larger and much more sinister plan to  organize my Pink Room. It is so-called, because it has pink carpet. The iridescent lillies on the wall would cause any child to have nightmares, so this room has always been a junk depository working room.

I resolve to clean this room twice a year and yet it always returns to this condition, because we don't have proper storage. The room is a hodgepodge of old dressers and mismatched desks, which take up more space than they save. Papers are stored in cardboard boxes. Tools are stored in shopping bags. It's a disgrace.  It is impossible to find anything.

This week I have made great progress. We bought tables and shelving on our trip to IKEA and I have begun to exert control over the rogue Pink Room.  Of course, whenever I undertake a job like this I get sucked into  nostalgia at some point.  Today I opened a giant plastic tub marked, "Kelly's High School Box."  The result made me and Violet very happy. She got some "new" toys and I was able to let go of some things that I once deemed too precious to throw away. 

 
  
Clearly, these items are not from high school.  I must have decided I couldn't be bothered to write, "Kelly's Box of Stuff that She Can't Figure Out What to Do With and Yet Can't Bring Herself to Throw Away."  Violet let out a gasp of joy when she saw the plastic charm necklace.  It was enough to make me abandon my planned speech about how to take care of special things.  I think she gets it.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Who's Gonna Clean Up This Mess

The Heathen Family is constantly engaged in a game of Housekeeping Chicken. The object of the game is to see who can stand the mess the longest, and who will give in to the pressure of the dust bunnies and get out the vacuum.  I lose this game more than I win it, seeing as I am forced to live in the filth 60 hours longer per week than Aaron.  Occasionally, Aaron does beat me to the mop and those days are great because once pushed over the edge Aaron is much more likely to clean until the job is finished. My shame can be placated by sweeping the kitchen floor and artfully rearranging the clutter.  OCD Man (a.k.a. my husband)  is not so easily soothed. Where we struggle as a family is getting the child to understand the housekeeping dynamic here at Chez Heathen.  There seems to be no level of organizational chaos that can unhinge the baby. Violet will wade through ankle deep toys and clothes indefinitely.

As 2009 dawns, I find myself at a crossroads. Should we get our act together and try to be a good example to our daughter by keeping the house clean? Maybe we can try and explain to her how much dirt is too much? Do I really want to her to understand the concept of Chicken at such a young age?

I'll work on it. I need a good excuse for not folding the towels in the dryer.


*****************************************
Are you a worse housekeeper than I am? Maybe you just need a little motivation from the Parent Bloggers Network and SC Johnson.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

It's Come to This

     I estimate that it has been nearly a week since this pair of shorts landed on the living room floor. Despite their position in a high traffic area, the shorts have remained undisturbed 'lo these seven days. I am waiting for inspiration or annoyance to prompt me to pick them up and return them to the laundry basket. If I remove this obstacle to a clean house it will only lead me to more labor intensive housekeeping. For now, the shorts will stay where they are.

Monday, June 30, 2008

A (sort of) Open House

The Heathen Family is not known for it's tidy home. In fact, we are noted for our infamous "pink room", which sounds innocuous, but is in fact a sinister site of bad decorating and household detritus. Since moving into our humble ghetto abode we have slowly been undoing the wretched 70s rec room decor of the previous inhabitants. Our success has been slow coming and we are thwarted at every turn by wood paneling (applied as bandage to crumbling plaster) and wallpaper (applied with uneven skill, so that some places are peeling and others are glued with all the permanence of a covenant with the devil). I present to you the highlights (or low-lights) of our constant work in progress. I did not have the stomach for the full-house tour that Mrs. G recently gave her readers.


The kitchen was our first full-fledged effort at "decorating". I love my kitchen still, but it does cry out, "I've watched too many episodes of Trading Spaces." The general idea was too make the weird yellow countertop look like a "bold design choice", since we couldn't afford to replace it. I also wrote all over the cabinets and the walls with a sharpie, which in retrospect was not the best medium for longevity. I rather enjoy the befuddled and horrified look on people's faces when they enter my kitchen for the first time and they see that I have a Douglas Adams quote scrawled above my back door. It is a mistake to think that you can solve any problems with just potatoes.
This is the pink room. The photo obviously does not do justice to the hideous, iridescence of the giant lilies on the wallpaper or the persistent layer of cast off thread and fabric snips all over the carpet. In the foreground you will see my most precious and yet severely underused Dyson vacuum cleaner.

Who's a spoiled princess? This is my bedroom, or at least the bedroom of my childhood dreams. Violet's room took nearly three months to paint, because I was too pregnant to crack the whip. I intended to paint a forest mural to go along with the Classic Pooh theme, but it never happened, which is fine because Vi never slept a wink in the finely appointed crib that once lived in this room. The Pooh theme kind of collapsed when we removed all the baby accessories.

This is Violet's playroom, or what used to be the living room. Again, the paint job makes us look like Trading Spaces stalkers, but when recovering from dark paneling bright yellow paint sounds like a GREAT idea!



Related Posts Widget for Blogs by LinkWithin