If you're still following my 365 (hello? hello?) you may have noticed that this week has been all about the indoors. Home comforts. Keeping on top of the cleaning. Hiding away from the cold.
I'm still battling the health stuff. I'm taking these pills which are bright yellow and have what looks like a very smiley face on one side, as though I'm nipping out to a rave after breakfast. They make my mouth taste like cheese. So, generally, I've not been in the mood for getting off the sofa much.
That said, Steve and I did go to see Frozen yesterday which we quite enjoyed - I approved of the more modern take on love and relationships, although I tutted a lot at the Tinkerbell trailer beforehand which features our perfectly groomed heroines slagging off somebody's hair.
Where was I going with this?
Oh, yes: I've stayed at home a lot this week.
Home is on my mind.
I mentioned in my last post that I've been giving over about ten minutes a day to keeping on top of the clutter in our home and I wanted to expand on that a bit. Because I hate cleaning and I think I've found an approach which makes it more bearable.
I say "I've found an approach" - this all spawned from something my friend Rowena mentioned to me months ago. Rowena has a bigger house than us, works full-time and spends huge chunks of each day being sporty and yet her home is clean. So my plan is based on hers.
I also say "my plan" because I'm the one who's enthusiastic about it. Our home is not located in the 1950s; Steve does his share of the housework. In fact, what this plan actually does is get me doing my share while he cooks us food.
So here it is: spending roughly ten minutes each day tidying and cleaning one room. Just that tiny amount of time. Just that one defined area of the flat.
And it seems to be working.
Having a time limit stops me from feeling hard done by. Having a specific area to focus on stops me from feeling overwhelmed. Instead, I actually get things done, put things away, wipe away the dust.
Our flat is far from pristine at the moment, true. There are still a lot of boxes waiting to go up into Steve's attic lair because Steve's attic lair has only just been carpeted. There are still a lot of DIY bits and pieces sitting around the spare bedroom because they're being used on such a regular basis it's not worth putting them away. There are still bits of storage we're waiting to acquire and some items we need to scrap or donate. But it's much, much better than it was.
No more do I find myself sniffing the towels and wondering when they were last washed; now I know they were done on Tuesday. Likewise, the bedding is changed on Wednesdays rather than when my cheeks get a rash. The paperwork balanced on the arm of the sofa gets dealt with on Thursdays and the kitchen gets a proper wipedown at the weekend.
Because all this genuinely does take less than ten minutes I've also had time to hang mirrors on walls, to reorganise the kitchen cupboards, to order storage accessories online and to fix the broken toilet roll holder which I'd been irritated by for six months.
So now I just have to deal with the knowledge that I've become the sort of grown up who blogs about her carefully scheduled approach to doing the housework. As opposed to throwing fits because my mother just visited and suggested I tidy my room.
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