Friday, January 18, 2013

On resolutions

Plus organizing lessons from a former mess

Generally speaking, I don't like New Years resolutions. I am one of those people who posseses the, not so uncommon, gift of self-reflection. You start asking me about the things I would like to change about myself and I could give you a list a mile long. I have a list of things to try, a list of things to stop, a list of things to get better at... Its all long term stuff too. And, my experience with "resolve" is that it is a short term plan. It's a sprinters sport. Resolve is that thing that gets the guy who catches the pass into the end zone. It's when one of my babies is hurt and I need to jump into action and not burst into unproductive tears. I had to do this just recently when I was by myself with the kids and Charlotte fell and broke her nose. I got her up of the floor grabbed a rag and some ice for the bleeding, called my best friend to come watch the other kids and got up to the ER. Resolve. Yep. And, it lasted only as long as it took for her to get looked at and for us to get back home. As soon as that girl was in bed I collapsed in tears. Resolve has eveything to do with short term energy and no worth whatsoever for the "pace yourself" parts of life. Experience has taught me this. Failure has taught me. Addiction has taught me. So, resolve? I will save that for the things I absolutely have to do right now. Its serves us well for the unexpected moments but wears out quickly and leaves us drained. 

Long term change, growth, that is another story. I wrote a while back about how I did not start out being the most capable person on the planet. I couldn't figure out how to clean my room let alone a whole house. I didn't understand words like "organize" and 'schedule". But, life has taught me. Every new experience and change has been an opportunity to learn how to do it all a little better. Progress not perfection and one day at a time. I remember feeling like a failure at early points in life and trying to cling to that reslove thing to change myself long term. I will now be organized!!! I will live on a schedule! May as well have required my self to know molecular physics... right now. Art came naturally to me, daydreaming, imagination and almost nothing else. It's still the way I am, but I have, very imperfectly, learned to work at the other stuff. And, it seems like it is really starting to make sense. One of my biggest goals for myself  is to continue learning and getting better at this "organized" thing. I have picked up one or two tricks here and there and am little by little adding them to my life. Sometimes I forget, sometimes I regress, but, I have made enough progress that I am firmly rooted in the belief that it is worth while to keep at it. I have examples!
(If you are a naturally neat and organized person some of my revelations will, no doubt, seem small and ridiculously obvious, but I will put them out there anyway. Try to understand)

1. When I leave one room for another and I see something that belongs in the room I am going to - I pick it up and take it right then.

2. If I empty the dishwasher when it is done (not when the sink is full of dirty dishes with no place to go) it's way less time and effort. I can load it up as we get dishes. This way I'm spending 2 minutes at the sink here and there, instead of an hour when I finally get tired of it.

3. I work better at jobs I hate when I time myself. Sounds dumb, but if I am standing in front of  a pile of clean laundry and I start the timer on my ipad, all of a sudden I have the motivation to get it done quick. Now I'm racing me. Doing this, I learned that it takes me only about 5 minutes or less to fold and entire load. From that, I have learned to have a better attitude about laundry. I have five minutes at the end of the day. No problem. It helps when it doesn't look like Mt.Everest.

4. Give me a present. Okay, so I got through school today. I kept up with the house a little at a time and thus retained a sense of visual calm. I folded a load of laundry and gave it to the kiddos to put away before bed. Then, after they went to sleep, I did one more five minute job, swiping down the bathrooms while Scott cleaned the kitchen and dinner things. Now I sit with my computer and my feet soaking in a concoction I learned how to make on pinterest. I paint my nails and watch something on netflix and I don't feel guilty doing it like I would if the house looked like a torpedo hit. 

These are a few of the things I learned one at a time by doing it all the hard way first and then discovering what was easier. Not resolve, just patience and a desire to learn. The new thing I am working on? I got a planner and I'm using it. I know you probably got one and used it and learned how to function without it by high school, but again, this is me, Mrs. Organizationally Challenged. I was inspired to do this when my friend showed me the one she got from the Erin Condron website. It's pretty dang awesome and custom made to her specs. I might be ready for that next year... maybe. But, I'm doing pretty good so far with the one I got. Maybe if it works for me I'll splurge on the nice one next year. I mainly have trouble keeping track of "To-do" and "shopping" lists. And for planning out things like dinners - which you need to do when you are doing groceries on a budget and when you are too busy to think about it every night. So, I kind of custom fitted my organizer with "Post It" notes. It's slightly tacky, but I saved myself $50. Here's what it looks like...

In the front, I rubber banded an envelope for keeping receipts I need.




Then I have the whole month spread out with events at the top and dinners at the bottom. I put in a lined sticky note for my "Month To Do" list and have been happily crossing things off the list. (Usually my "to do" lists are spread between the counter and the fridge, my purse, pockets...) 





My week pages are for more detailed day to day: what I want to do with the kiddos for school, appointments etc.


I also put a sticky in my weekly section for a grocery list. I usually do my grocery shopping on Monday when the girls are in ballet, so I get my list based on what I wrote for meals. After I get the stuff on my list, I throw out that sticky so it isn't in the middle of my schedule and I put a new one in the next weeks section. This way, when I run out of things in the kitchen during the week, I can add it to next weeks shopping list before I add my meal things to it.



So, that's it. This is my goal for 2013. I guess you could call it a sort of resolution, but for me it's more just taking some of the things I learned over the last few years and keeping them all in one place. Baby Steps. We'll see if it helps enough that I am still at it by December. 

Saturday, January 12, 2013

I can’t stop





Scott asked me yesterday if I was nesting and I responded with a very defensive and hurt sounding, “No!” (Meaning,  of course, “Yes”) He just laughed at me. It’s about that time and he knows it.  We’ve been through it four times already. Eight months pregnant and I go crazy. It’s like I get a different set of eyes. My house is probably cleaner and more organized than it has been in a year and I can’t see it.  I know that on any normal day if my house looked the way it does right now, I would be super happy and feel extremely accomplished. Not today. It just looks like one giant mess and a never ending “to do” list. 
Me cleaning tonight was like the, “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” thing - the weird pregnant version.
I told myself after the babies went to bed that I would do one or two things and then sit and relax. I believed in myself too. I really did. Yea, it didn’t happen. I did a quick clean of the kids bathroom and then put a load of laundry in and noticed that I had a dry load to fold. Did that quickly and thought I was just about done. But, as I was taking clean towels down to the kitchen, I remembered I wanted to vacuum the furniture. Just one more thing... I went back upstairs and grabbed the vacuum, noticing on the way down that the picture frames needed dusting (made mental note). Picked up the toys downstairs, took apart and vacuumed the chairs, couches and the rug. Fabreezed it all with the antimicrobal Fabreeze - just to get it extra clean. Noticed the floor needed sweeping. Swept. Noticed the floor needed mopping. Mopped. Noticed the cupboards needed wiping down. Wiped the cupboards down. Happened to see that the base trim needed scrubbing. Was horrified to discover I cant reach the base trim and breathe at the same time. Felt like sweeping again. Swept. Put the last dish or two in the dishwasher, wiped down the counters, noticed that the stove needed cleaning. Removed burner covers, cleaned stove. Noticed dusty appliances, wiped them all down. Noticed the fridge was looking a bit dirty, wiped it down... resisted the urge to open it and start on the shelves...
At this point, Scott, who had left for a bit to load a truck for a Saturday job, came home. The second he walked in the door, He said “Wow” and gave me that, “You are nesting and you know it” look. 
Me,“I can’t stop.”
Him, “Yea, I knew it when I asked you yesterday...even though you said you weren’t” 
It just looks so filthy to me. I pretty much know that I won’t be satisfied with it unless we move everything out, sanitize it all and move it all back in, cleaned, organized and clutter free... which isn’t going to happen. Its a good thing we are going up the road for the day tomorrow or I would be scrubbing walls and starting on the touch up paint. I’ll get to it eventually. I have gotten at least that far with every pregnancy. What can you do? I’m a crazy person. I don’t do the weird food in the middle of the night thing. I don’t get mean with my husband or do many of the other stereotypical pregnant things... But I seem to make up for it all in NESTING. At least it’s only a few more weeks.
I finally did get to bed. I grabbed the dirty towels from my escapades downstairs and brought them up to the laundry (stopping only to dust the picture frames I mentioned before) and then collapsed on a heating pad with my computer to write about my insanity. *sigh* There just aren’t enough clorox wipes, dust rags, magic erasers, or vacuum hose extensions in the world to satisfy me today. 

Monday, January 7, 2013

On a lighter note...

Wow. So this is 2013. This is the year I will turn 32 and have my 5th baby. It’s amazing how NOT older I feel... 

Anyway, I had something I wanted to share. A little less typical for me. I love to write about philosophy, parenting, the Bible, politics, etc. This one is a little less ...mmmm... that. I’ll just come right on out with it. Skin care. Yep. First blog of 2013 and I am diving into an issue that is only skin deep. Oh well, what can you do? I’m a girl. I think about these things.

So, Once Upon a Time, I had really good skin... as do most babies. But, then I hit puberty and thus started the awkward battle with hair and skin and nails. Goodness, I was a mess. I was the kid that got the short boyish haircut that made the waitress at the restaurant ask, “And, what would you like young man?” Yes. It's a fabulous thing for a kid struggling with low self-image to hear. I also bit my nails disgustingly low and, most of all, I struggled with acne. Eventually I learned to get better haircuts and quit biting my nails, but the skin issue - that war waged on. 

I tried everything. SeaBreeze. Remember that? The whole regimen of cleanse, astringe (yes I made a noun into a verb), moisturize. I tried the oxy pads, the zit cremes, I even went to a dermatologist at one point. They assured me I had legitimate acne issues and gave me the prescription strength version of all the above mentioned things. I steamed, exfoliated, cleansed and I also faithfully scoured 17 Magazine for the secret that would help me look like the pretty girls on the cover who probably never saw a zit in their life. I eventually tried Proactive and had a somewhat scary allergic reaction to it - it triggered my asthma. I remember random days of clearish skin here and there when I felt like maybe I was on my way to the other side of all this, and then it all came back. I’m guessing hormones and teen stress contributed, however, I was never able to find that one miracle acne product that actually worked. 

But then, there was this day...

I think I was 18 or 19. I was reading a magazine editorial and the lady writing it said she rubbed Vaseline all over her face every night before bed. I remember wincing at the idea and closely reexamining her picture. How in the world could this be that woman with the perfect skin? It was so counterintuitive. It threw out the science presented to me in every commercial and ad I had ever seen for problem skin!! She said something about skin needing oil (the audacity of such thought!), and that harshly stripping it makes it react with zits and blotches etc. A few days later I remembered all this as I was doing my routine: scrub face with chemically soap, rub alcohol-like substance everywhere to zap any remaining oil, apply water-like “moisturizer”, follow with spot creme, then Epiphany! This wasn’t working. It never had! Though, I was so faithful to it all! I felt robbed and cheated and I made a very rash decision (no pun intended). I washed it all off, pulled out a jar of Vaseline, rubbed it in and went to bed. To my surprise I was not one giant zit when I woke up. So, I continued to do this (whenever I had the guts) and astonishingly my skin slowly started to clear up. Eventually I replaced the Vaseline with other more, natural oils. Coconut and vitamin e became my favorites. And, I even had the gumption one day to toss the acne treatments and cleansers in the trash where they belong. I have some scars from years of mistreatment (that are slowly fading away) and every now and then I get a little break out, but my skin has never been as bad as it used to be since I made the change. Oil is good and natural is better. Who knew?
I guess at this point I should insert a picture of me with no make up. I normally don’t do this because people see the paleness and usually ask if I am feeling okay. Yes, I’m fine. I just cant get a tan...no... I’m not a vampire either. I would post a before shot too, but I wouldn't even know what box to start looking in. 


          I know some of you may have heard a story similar to mine, but I wanted to put it out there anyway. I am not a scientist or a doctor. I just have my own experience and some information I have gathered through a bit of research. There are many people out there learning how to improve their skin with oil, and not just coconut. (Here’s another similar story.) EVOO is great for skin and hair, castor oil, grape seed oil... Simply put, our skin is an organ. You can’t dehydrate an organ and expect it to function properly. I spent several years battling my skin and only made it worse, then one day I decided to be nice to it and it responded. Seems logical. As a side benefit, I have also saved quite a bit of money on not buying skin "care"  products.  Every now and then I try new moisturizers (mostly my free Sephora samples) but, I have never found anything that works as well for me as coconut oil so I always go back to that. 


            It’s my personal favorite because it is super light, it melts in your hands and it absorbs quickly. It also has some pretty powerful anti-bacterial qualities, and smells fabulous. Did you know you can even clean your skin with it? Seriously, the stuff is amazing. I hardly ever wash my face with soap anymore, and if I want to exfoliate I find other things in my kitchen...coconut oil or honey mixed with cinnamon or sugar or salt...  straight up baking soda... All that stuff is so much better for our skin and it costs virtually nothing.

           The point? I guess I just want to throw this out there as a possibility for someone who may be where I was. If the skin care section at the store has let you down... you don’t have to keep going back... shhhh. :)

           Try something new and see what happens. I spent way too much time stressing about this early on in life. I wish I would have figured it out a bit sooner so I could have maybe focused on more important things. Maybe try being nice to your skin this year.