Sunday, May 19, 2013

Lil Miss Organised

Anyone who knows me well will be quite surprised by my New Years Resolution to become an ‘organised person’ in 2013. I doubt I can truly convey to you what a change in my life the application of such a resolution will both take and cause.

Suffice to say, it’s BIG! But there you have it. The deed is done, the dye is cast and I am into Week 6 of my new, improved lifestyle.

My bed, which has probably not been ‘made’ on a workday since 1995, now daily looks like something out of Vogue Living, complete with cute cushions, a ‘thrau’ and matching slips. (Well, okay, the smidge of doggy hair on the doona might hark back to my days of slobbiness, but it’s early days, so let’s not be too picky).

In the kitchen, my new rule is that dishes on the sink must be washed, dried and put away every day. This is proving to be not as hard as I thought because instead of needing to put away three or four days worth (big job), I now only have to put away a meal or day’s worth (small job). Yes, I realise most people figured that astounding calculation out by the time they were 12, but this is me we’re talking about. I may be a Kitchen Philosopher, but that doesn’t mean I have any actual kitchen skills.

But I’m getting there. I’ve even made a little game to help me move more economically around the kitchen. Instead of walking several times from one end of the bench to the other to put away various cutlery and crockery items, I now scan the draining board to see what else I can take with me on the first trip. I know you’re impressed here, but keep reading, it doesn’t stop there!

My wardrobe normally looks like a scene out of Hoarders – clothes, shoes, junk strewn in every direction. But now? I can actually open the door without stuff falling out AND (here’s the good bit! Drum Roll!) I even have colour coded piles of tops!

Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined me being a ‘colour-coding’ kind of gal. But it’s great! True, my coding is limited to black, white and ‘other’, but it’s a start and certainly makes getting dressed in the morning so much easier. No more rummaging for a black top in the dingy blackness of the cupboard – now I can put my hand straight on my trusty Black Top pile and Presto! Black Top! Who would’ve thought?

I’ve also had a stern talking with the dogs, Scruffy and Moses. They were convinced my bed was actually THEIR bed and could be found any night at 8.30 pm luxuriating on my King Size Softness and feigning sleep (so as not to be sent out to the shed).

Anyway, they took the ‘Get Off My Bed’ news with reasonably good grace and are now sleeping peacefully (possum on roof notwithstanding) on their own doggie beds on the floor. (You will note that these beds are carefully rolled up each morning and stored under a cupboard, to ensure my Vogue look is not compromised).

And last, but not least, I have been keeping up with the washing. I’m not sure how I ever coped with three kids in the house when it came to laundry, but whatever Domestic Goddess enzyme was circulating around in me back in the day, seems to have dissipated over the past few years.

You would think with only two of us in the house, there wouldn’t be too much washing, but you’d be wrong. The spouse likes to shower about twenty times a day in the summer, which is part of the problem. I guess I shouldn’t whinge about a spotless spouse, but I still reckon he could lighten up on the tubbing up.

Either that or he could wear his clothes in the shower and kill two birds with one stone.

Anyway, suffice to say I’ve been sticking to my new regime and feeling pretty chuffed.

How long it will last is anyone’s guess, but I’m hoping it will hang on until at last next New Years Eve. Then maybe I can make a new resolution to be a slob again.

Well who said New Years Resolutions have to only be one way? Hmm?

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