Doing floors on a schedule is helpful, because I never, ever think about the floors. I do hate vacuuming just from wrestling the loud, clunky, noisy beast, cutting and pulling the hair off the beater bar every frelling time, swabbing out the insides after emptying the collecting cup, washing and drying the cup and replacing it. I mean, most of the time I don't mind cleaning. What gets to me is having to clean the implements and tools you use to clean. Insult to injury, sort of.

Anyway, I never think to sweep or mop. I guess I just never look down. So having the task on a schedule at least makes sure it gets tended to.

Yeah, I don't see floors much either. My quirk (one of) is that I don't mind loading the dishwasher, but I hate putting dishes away. I should get over that. Maybe seeing how little time it takes will help with that.

Like, if the dishwasher is clean, I'll spend the next day and a half washing individual meal dishes instead of emptying the dishwasher so I could just put those in the dishwasher! Silly.

Floors are the bane of my existence. Whenever I am not cleaning the floors or just finished cleaning the floors (which is surprisingly not too often, considering how I obsess about them) I am thinking, man, look at those tufts of cat hair drifting and that random spot of- what is that? - on the tile floor and, damn, I really need to clean the floors.

But my couch holds me and tells me to forget about those damn floors. My couch will love me forever! Screw you, floors!

See also: the bathrooms.

My quirk (one of) is that I don't mind loading the dishwasher, but I hate putting dishes away.

Me, too. My main solution has been to put dishes away whenever I'm microwaving something. Of course, that's during the brief periods when the dishwasher is working.

Oh, good tip. And that will keep me from stopping the coffee re-heating process with three seconds left because I'm tired of waiting.

Y'all have me terrified of the FlyLady. I am afraid she'd just make me feel guilty and awful on top of my inability to keep everything clean. Like today? I washed and folded and put away 4 loads of laundry, took out a bunch of garbage, washed dishes, graded papers, and the house still looks like a fucking hell hole and there's no way in hell I'm doing more cleaning. Le sigh.

Oh, but forgive my whine. That's so NOT what I came to post about. I came to post about WHOO HOO NAIL POLISH!! The lovely Cass sent me some purty nail colors. I am itching to try out Antique Sparkle.

You're easy because we're so often color twins, Burrell. So if I loved a color? You will probably like it too. Such as, oh, Antique Sparkle. It's all pretty and stuff.

Enjoy!

Man, it takes me ages to master the Post Office but it's so much fun once it's done.

It is all pretty.

We are also twins in the unnecessary dread of the post office. I have put off sending packages for ages, and then POOF! Finally take care of it and I realize how simple that was. I am trying to get better about doing things sooner rather than later.

Well, the flylady gives me the hebiejebies because of the cheerful tone - however the concept of schedules,plans, and even rules ( did you ever wonder how I got to the library ) appeals to me. And I do not want to become my folks where every Saturday was clean the house day. However -- there are a whole bunch of things that make sense. And I am going to start this as we pull everything out of the bedroom to redo it - which causes chaos. But the idea is that I can create an area of control...

I think the reason I signed up is because she said - this is my routine, you need to create yours.

I will not be doing the dishes every night, because somethings are more important than the dishes. However, I know I like to wake up to a clean sink

Woo, chatty Bitches tonight!

But my couch holds me and tells me to forget about those damn floors. My couch will love me forever! Screw you, floors!

I love you, Nora.

I hate the post office, too! And it's never that bad! I don't know why.

My super awesome wise friend who can always put relationship shit in perspective for me has done so again. eta her email included this sentence, which is ringing in my ears like a bell: "You can't give up on every good thing just because it doesn't go at the pace you want." I just sent StW a short and calm email clarifying some things. We'll see what I get back. I also pulled out a Thich Nhat Hanh book and started reading it, that was good. Need moar mindfulness.

Time to see if I can get my back to unkink so I can get back to sleep.