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I'm slowly starting to get back into FlyLady (or at the very least making progress on the disaster in which I live). To give you an idea of what very slowly means, I'm rather proud of the fact that I've made our bed two days in a row!!! Growing up, I couldn't get away from making the bed--it was a standard rule. I'm not sure when I got out of the habit...college? first marriage?
Part of my lack of pride in our house is that this is not my house. My husband had lived there for about 5 years before we met and the current remodelling has been in the works (or not as the case may be) since then. Most of the new fixtures were purchased years ago--so there's no room in the house that I've had any real imprint on. Sure, my stuff is everywhere, but I didn't have much of a role in decorating or defining space. In fact, I still have quite a bit in boxes because the rooms that the stuff is supposed to go into have been torn apart and are waiting to be finished. We do plan to move within the next year (my husband believes it will be next spring), so I know I just need to hold on a little longer. And I am thankful to have a roof over my head and to not have to deal with landlords and inconsiderate neighbors.
Speaking of moving, I heard a rumor last night through my sister that my father plans to move in with his best friend/drinking buddy next week. On the one hand, I'm relieved that he's not moving in with us. On the other....well I'll just say that I don't think that it's an environment where he can even pretend to that he's making an effort to stop drinking. And that's his choice.
I'm kind of bummed because my book club has their holiday potluck tonight and will select the books for the next six months. Unfortunately, we have a board meeeting tonight at work, so I won't be able to go.
Part of my lack of pride in our house is that this is not my house. My husband had lived there for about 5 years before we met and the current remodelling has been in the works (or not as the case may be) since then. Most of the new fixtures were purchased years ago--so there's no room in the house that I've had any real imprint on. Sure, my stuff is everywhere, but I didn't have much of a role in decorating or defining space. In fact, I still have quite a bit in boxes because the rooms that the stuff is supposed to go into have been torn apart and are waiting to be finished. We do plan to move within the next year (my husband believes it will be next spring), so I know I just need to hold on a little longer. And I am thankful to have a roof over my head and to not have to deal with landlords and inconsiderate neighbors.
Speaking of moving, I heard a rumor last night through my sister that my father plans to move in with his best friend/drinking buddy next week. On the one hand, I'm relieved that he's not moving in with us. On the other....well I'll just say that I don't think that it's an environment where he can even pretend to that he's making an effort to stop drinking. And that's his choice.
I'm kind of bummed because my book club has their holiday potluck tonight and will select the books for the next six months. Unfortunately, we have a board meeeting tonight at work, so I won't be able to go.