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.

Migraine-induced insomnia (augmented by the meds, which have caffeine in them -- UNFAIR). God DAMN, it is 4:25 a.m.

Looks like a half-day tomorrow. Heavier drugs and hot compress, here I come.

I've been using the FlyLady stuff that makes sense for me, and ignoring the rest, as well as rolling my eyes at the perkiness. But it's really helpful to me to have things broken down into steps and small tasks. Like, today's task is to pick up all the jackets and shoes and stuff that collect by the front door and put them where they belong. Which I know needs to be done, but so do a million other things, and I would have gotten bogged down in trying to decide which thing to do first and ended up doing nothing.