I am having a slight obsession about my home right now, an obsession with sorting, clearing, de-cluttering, freshening and cleaning the place. It's like this big, powerful Nesting Hormone has taken over and I am powerless to go against it. People, I'm driving myself nuts.
I'm not entirely sure what is causing me to feel this way?
It could be the change in the seasons, the focus swinging from outdoors to indoors, the natural urge to cosy the home up and prepare for longer times spent indoors.
It could well be hormonal :: I have noticed in the past that I get these brief cleaning urges which coincide with my menstrual cycles, am I abnormal, does anyone else have this??!!
But I think truthfully, it's a natural reaction to my altered Employment Status within the home.
When Little Lady started school a few weeks ago, my primary day-job suddenly changed. It ceased to be Childcare, and became something like Homecare. It was as if that wonderful, fulfilling, natural-as-breathing job that I had done rather well for 6 years suddenly had it's hours dramatically cut back, and I was forced to accept that change whether I wanted it or not.
I really liked my old job, and I suck at my new job!
I am no bloody good at it!!
As much as I desperately want to do it, I am useless at organising my time, I cannot de-clutter, I cannot follow the FlyLady's regime!!!!!!!
My Hot Spots are still burning!!!!
They are White Hot!!!!
It seems you had no need to fear for me my friends, had no need to worry that the FlyLady would take over my life, it has just not been happening for me.
Last weekend I told J all about the Flylady, told him all about my plans to follow her regime, to deal with the Hotspots, to do daily housework in the Zones and my Good Intentions to make our home a clean and tidy place At All Times. This weekend, he casually asked me what had happened, why the house was in fact no different and still an Embarrassing Mess, what had happened to my Good Intentions?? He asked me with humour and kindness, he was not trying to make me feel bad. And I could not answer, could not say why it had not happened. He told me I am very good at Talking the Talk, but not very good at Walking the Walk. So true, oh so true. He knows me so well.
My home may still be messy, but it is smelling delicious though. Did any of you read about Simones Yankee Candle Obsession Collection? Oh, yes she has it bad, and she has inspired me to dip my toe into the Yankee Candle Home-Frangrancing pool. I went and treated myself to a burner and a few Tarts yesterday. Oh how I love that word "Tarts"!!!!!! Bloody hell, I am laughing out loud here just typing the word, I think I need help.
So anyways, back to the candle thing. The TARTS (snigger), I have discovered, are a delightful way to bring fragrance into the home. The range of smells is Enormous. HuuuUUuuge. Take a look here and read through that luscious list of "fragrance families" and tell me you are not inspired to give it a try??
My current fragrance of choice, scenting my untidy home right now is called Beachwalk :: "Refreshing salt water and sea musk warmed with sunny notes of tangerine and orange blossom". Doesn't it sound divine??
I also bought Clean Cotton :: "Sun-dried cotton combined with green notes, white flowers, and a hint of lemon", and Fresh Cut Roses :: "An intoxicating English garden of fragrant heirloom roses".
So today my home smells beautifully Refreshing and full of Sunny Notes, but it is still a mess.
This whole urge to tidy and clean is NOT something I sit comfortably with, it does not come naturally. But, the urge is there nevertheless.
And inhabiting Blogland like I do, I know I am not alone. I read Julia's post a few weeks ago, and truly recognised myself there thinking the same things. I also know that Emma is going through a remarkably similar phase right now, and that makes me feel a damn site better. It truly does help to have others in a similar position, to know I am not the only bonkers person struggling with this change of roles, this new employment.
I admit I am generally much happier swinging through the days plumping up a few
cushions, arranging nasturtiums in little jars, baking cakes, putting
pretty things about the place, crocheting. Yes, these are the
"Homely" things that to me are as easy as breathing, that make me
absurdly happy and content.
But they do not make the place clean and tidy, they merely distract the eye.
So what's a girl to do?
Really I should stop thinking about it, writing about, getting fidgety with it and just get on and deal with it. Roll my sleeves up and tidy the place up a bit. Get busy with the flowery cloths and the squirty stuff.
Then I can get back to my usual business of prettifying the place with flowers and yarn. More of that tomorrow.
Edited to add :: 2:45pm :: I put on some very loud, un-cool music (Hot Chocolate), and performed precisely One Hour of De-cluttering in The Zone. It felt good, and my living room is now tidy and ready for cleaning. So today I finally managed to Walk the Walk (or should that be Toddle the Toddle?!)
Thanks for your words of support, so very much appreciated as always xxxxxxx