Saturday, November 04, 2006
The Birkenstocks Made Me Do It
It worked. For about a week. I was working on my 15 minute hot spots. I was turning on my timer on the microwave, and cleaning those areas for 15 minutes. I was shining my sink before I went to bed, and it was nice to wake up to a clean sink. I was taking a shower before I did anything in the morning. Now, I did not heed the
The philosphy behind it was to make sure that I didn't sit down and kick my shoes off and get comfortable. And not do my 1000 little tasks that needed tending to.
When you join Fly Lady, they send out emails on a Yahoo group. A LOT of emails. And when I say a LOT, I mean like 10,000. A day.
Clean your hotspot.
Don't forget to drink your water.
Don't forget to take a shower.
Prepare that dinner now!
Today's hot spot is your entryway! Clean it ... NOW!
Now, I make it sound more militant that it really is. But .... it does have that sense of urgency. That if you don't do what they tell you, your life is going to implode because you didn't drink your water.
So. I dropped out. I couldn't stand the sheer amount of emails that flooded my inbox. They tell you that the nice thing about the emails is is there is a delete button to take them all away and get rid of that "clutter." Well, I have to READ through all of those emails in order to see if there is anything worthy of my attention. And when I have to read through all of those emails, I do read the subject line. And then I start to feel like a failure because I am too lazy to incorporate the suggestions into my daily life. Because it is easier to remain unorganized than it is to become so. At least in my opinion.
But I decided to give it a whirl again this week. Have I done what I am supposed to? Well, I have gotten into the shower in the morning before Ace goes to work as opposed to scrambling around at 8:30 when I have to get the Monkey to preschool at 9 on some mornings. And it has allowed me to get out and get errands run before I would have done them had I not showered.
Those shoes, though. I think that is why I failed the first time. I blame it all on the Birkenstocks. But not enough to not wear them anymore. And there the Fly Lady will have to concede defeat.
posted by Knitting Maniac at 8:56 AM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
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The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
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5 Comments:
The shoes got me too! I hate wearing my shoes and only put them on when I have to. Even my kids go barefoot most of the time. I got tired of the nagging to put the shoes on so I left the Yahoo group.
I completely sympathize with finding a clutter free life; I would have immediately deleted those extraneous emails, helpful as they are purported to be. As for Birkenstocks, I wish they weren't so, well, ugly, because they sure feel great. Do you think it's an oxymoron to wear red lipstick and suede Birki's like me?
Bellezza, absolutely not. In my opinion, if you don't have happy feet, noone is going to see a smile on your face. So when you have happy feet, what more reason to smile and have lipstick on.
I wear Birks ALL the time. I mean ... ALLLLLL the time.
If your feet are happy, so are you! Wear those Birks!
I don't think I could do that, it would be like nagging wouldn't it? Get this done, do this, and so on. Hey, I'm already doing the best I can, or so I think. :-)
Hello, my name is Tonya, and I am a Flylady dropout. There was no way I was going to wear shoes all day. Besides that, I think I just felt like rebelling against all those rules.
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