Some of you were reading this blog when I discovered Flylady, so you may remember how enthusiastically I wrote about her plan to declutter a home. I haven't mentioned her lately, so I wanted to let you know I'm still flying... sometimes... rather close to the ground.
I'm not following all of her plan to the letter. It's spring, and sometimes I choose a horseback ride over "fifteen minutes in my zone". I delete most of the e-mails her group sends out. Is it really necessary to ask me where my shoes are three times a day? Or ask where my laundry is?
However, many of the changes she helped me initiate have become permanent. Enough so that Cliff sings Flylady's praises often.
Only once in the past three months have I gone to bed with dirty dishes in the sink. Except for that one lapse, I make sure my sink is shining every night before I go to bed, no matter how sleepy I am. If there are dirty dishes sitting around, I put them in a dishpan under the sink, since I don't have a dishwasher. The dishdrainer that always sat on the counter, full of clean dishes, is no longer in evidence. I dry dishes and put them away now.
I don't "swish and swipe" the bathroom every morning as I'm supposed to, but I get to it at least two or three times a week, without fail.
When we leave the house to go someplace, I do a quick scan of the kitchen and hallway and ask myself, "Is this what I want to see when I return home?" Unless I'm in a huge rush, I turn around and fix it, if it looks cluttered.
Every Monday, I "bless my house". I haven't missed one Monday since I signed up with Flylady. This is an allover, quick housecleaning... vaccuuming in the middles of the rooms, mopping the non-carpeted surfaces, dusting with a feather duster. What did I do before? Well, I'd mop when the floors got so bad I couldn't stand them... or when Cliff grumbled enough. My vacuum might have gotten used once a month, if that. I really had gotten to the point that I didn't notice dust at all.
My cluttered upstairs is STILL a mess, although I've thrown lots of stuff away. I am supposed to spend five minutes (that's all) each day in the messiest part of my house. This is one simple habit I still need to develop, because it's amazing what five minutes will do. And it's over before you know it.
So I am still a Flybaby. But who'd have thought my housekeeping habits would improve at age 60?