ipot It looks like it was designed by someone who actually drinks (if not grows and harvests) loose leaf tea instead of coffee. It's got everything a girl could want and cute to boot!
|The Candy Cane girls choir|
|hiding in the bathroom cupboard|
|marshmallows or liver? Rachel needs to know|
But really, what the hell kind of astrology is that? A life time of hopelessness in one foul chart?
|Coyote shows anti Rachel the video game he's writing|
I prefer Rob Brezny's work. For instance, a few weeks ago, he said that a gallon of cow's milk requires over 300 squeezes. This, people, is inspiring. Because you'll remember that I was struggling with housework. And instead of conquering the kitchen all at once, I realized that perhaps it could get done 15 minutes at a time. And I did. It took four days, but bit by bit I got it done. And then I turned my attentions to the rest of the house and inch by inch it got all perky again.
|Christmas morning fat lip from jumping over boxes|
Simultaneously, in the segment of homeschooling I'm calling Psyche-Ed, we had begun reading a kid oriented book about perfectionism. Blue's work book contains a list of only five attributes of perfectionists, while mine is loaded with about 25. Mom, she says, I think this book is more for you than me. Indeed. And this is what, it turns out, is wrong with my housecleaning and yoga and yadda yadda yadda. I won't do it unless I can do it perfectly. My first husband used to come home sometimes and sigh and say, "Oh god. Did you try to clean the house today?" And there I would sit, crying on top of a pile of everything we own. I would put a book away then realize the book shelf was dirty and all the books dusty, so I'd take it all apart to clean it, only to find an earring and then go put that away only to find a messy pile of jewelry .... etc... ad nauseum. I've improved a lot over the years. But it's been work. When I was 30 I realized that perfectionism had prevented me from trying new things. So that year I learned to down hill ski, surf, and took up jogging (I've since bailed on all of them due to the following reasons: expensive, lack of waves and ocean, and mind-numbingly boring, respectively.) But this was the first time things coalesced to reveal my thinking about housework and yoga and the more mundane practices of regular maintenance.
|Oma and Coyote at Duck Land|
And so my latest method which I anticipate failing is the fly lady, a hoot and a half. I love her radio posts, especially when she starts crying and gets all blubbery. It's so endearing and yet nutty. I am working through her baby-steps system. And I am realizing that I wasn't that far behind. My house wasn't THAT bad. My expectations were just THAT high, however. And this method... this one is really going to stick. I just know it. I just KNOW IT! Damn that Chinese astrology. I'm not Chinese anyway. This method is going to work until I'm 78, and then some.