Fails Friday: Laundry Edition, Trying to Find my Routine.

A couple of years ago I posted a photo of laundry mountain in a mommy group. It was a pile of clean laundry that went from 2 laundry baskets on the floor, stabilized by my back door and reached all the way to the ceiling.

I only had 3 kids at this time and wasn’t cloth diapering (hurray for easy to potty train toddlers), so it really was only clothes, towels and the occasional pillow. My kids drawers were empty and so were all of the closets. I’ll freely admit this was a dark dark time. Shortly afterwards I ended up on bed rest due to pre-term labor with my fourth kiddo. Which was the start of the lowest of the low in my housekeeping career

Don’t get me wrong I’m never been the best housekeeper. I could send my kids away for a month and do nothing but declutter, deep clean and organize and I would STILL have messes in my home. It’s embarrassing, but it’s also life.

I’ve also tried systems to keep my home neat, FlyLady works for a lot of people, she tells you to get dressed to shoes and shine your sink. It wasn’t really for me. I felt like I was too young for it to be valid, I couldn’t relate to the community.

The next system I tried was a app for your home called unf*k your habitat. This was a little edgier but it didn’t really focus on a routine to keep things nice, it gave you projects your could do in a certain amount of free time. This would be great if I didn’t have laundry mountains, a counter full of dishes and floors that crunched when I walked on them.

Next I started listening to the A Slob Comes Clean podcast. Dana aka Nony, reached inside my head and truly spoke my heart. She understood ‘clutter’ on my level. I found her blog website as well. Her ebook 28 Days to Hope for Your Home, pretty much saved my bacon. I’m not going to lie, my house is still trashed throughout the month, but most days I don’t feel like crying if I open the door and say hey to someone.

One of her tips, that I refused to follow for months, and months and months. Was to fold the laundry straight out of the dryer, don’t hide it in a laundry basket, or toss it in your folding spot on the couch. Pull it out and fold it and put it in whomevers pile (J and I both get our own pile but the boys clothes go in their own and the girls get their own as well.) I’ll then put J’s stuff on top of his dresser (he doesn’t hang anything and I don’t have time or space to put it away) mine on my side of the bed. The girls goes in their laundry basket and so does the boys and it’s their responsibility to put it in their drawers.

We’re still working on the last step.

Yeah, folding laundry straight out of the dryer instead of playing the transfer game is my secret. I resisted, I resisted hard. It changed my life.

If you want to purchase the laundry baskets I love you can find them below, this is an affiliate link so if you do purchase them I may make a few cents.

Why I Have a Million Notecards in my Desk Drawer **hint** it’s not why you think.

Notecards are not something I thought I’d ever be a fan of. Do you know what I love? Dollar tree, the target dollar spot and pretty much anything on clearance. I spent years shopping the clearance sections just to get a little *hit* of my drug of choice. Spending money. This compulsion of mine could probably be stretched out into years of blog posts, but for now I’ll just leave with this. Money, easy come, easy spend. Fun right?

Do you want to know something I never bought? During all of those reckless, and not so reckless spending sprees? Notecards. Why would I buy them? I don’t use them, I don’t scrapbook. If I wanted to say something to someone I could just drop them a quick text message ‘hey, thinking of you!’ If my Poppa sent me birthday money. Which he always did. I would just email him ‘Thanks for the money, I bought such and so with it. I really appreciate it.’ And boom, done.

I think some of you are with me and some of you may be cringing and others are like ‘uh, why are you writing this? Why am I reading this?’ Yeah, those of you who are cringing, you guys know where in going with this. I think I could have used a few lessons on being human by Miss Manners

My Poppa passed away when I was 9 months pregnant with my youngest child. I was sitting in the car dealership waiting to get my car repaired when I found out. My mom, she didn’t text me. She called. It was a rough time. I couldn’t travel, I couldn’t really do much for my mom either.

Do you know what my regrets are? Not sending my Poppa a card, every single year, thanking him. Maybe popping a quick photo of me and later the kids in there but mostly, I regret not hand writing him a thank you, hunting down a stamp, texting my mom for his address and sending him a card.

I personally hate cards, they are clutter and I toss them when I get home.

Guess what?! What I like, doesn’t freaking matter in a relationship. You can’t always do what you like, especially when you’re trying to let someone know you care. The easy road, isn’t always the best road.

When I was first starting to sell LuLaRoe I polled my VIP group.

**Which is basically Facebook group that you’re the center of attention of. It’s lovely, and a huge responsibility and relationships in that type of group, especially when there are 90,000 other people doing exactly what I do, are extremely important.**

These people, these relationships I was trying to build, these friends of mine. They overwhelmingly told me that as nice as the sticky notes, the pens, the hair ties and the free leggings were. They appreciated a note, thanking them for their purchase, more than anything else.

So I started buying notecards. Not for me, not because I like them, not because I am a hoarder. Not because they were on clearance or because they were the perfect color. I bought them, because people are important. I bought cards with cats on them, pretty cards, floral and geometrical designs. Christmas themes (can you guess how much I love Christmas decor, I refer to it as Xmas barf to give you a clue) and plain solid colors. Printed with a message or blank. Gold, black, inspiring, religious and some are even naughty.

People, people are the reason I buy and go through so many note cards. Because sometimes, text messages or an email are the easiest path, but they aren’t right.

 

 

If you want to start a notecard collection click the link above, it is an affiliate link, I may make a few cents off of your purchase. Other places I love to pick up pretty notecards include Dollar Tree, Dollar General, the check outline at the grocery store (seriously papyrus you guys are killing it!), and pretty much every book store I’ve ever lived in visited.