A Neat and Tidy Home

It's been awhile since I've posted. A lot of changes. I finally got my home back into working order. Getting rid of that extra 180 lbs of useless meat (i.e. ex-finance) helped tremendously. Some people are just "psychic vampires" and he fits that to a T. Draining the psyche of all energy and motivation and yet gives nothing in return except a vague feeling of being wanted. But when it comes down to the nitty-gritty; when Love demands more than platitudes and vague promises of devotion, the psychic vampire flees and hides and blames his victim for her needs. Cleaning has been cathartic for me as well as practical. It became messy because of my depression but then the mess added to my depression. A vicious cycle.

Something HAS to be done

After a week of one disaster after another (car dying, glasses frames broken, reduction in Child Support) the mess in the apartment is too much. I need something better than FlyLady. I cannot stand all the freaking emails. It worked for me for awhile until she started with all the "testimonals" (a/k/a "commercials") for her products. And it felt like I was constantly picking up; and I only had the 2 kids then. My main problem as my Dearest has pointed out: my irregular sleep schedule. SO. I decided to create ONE new habit for the next 21 days: go to bed at 11pm and wake up at 7am no matter what day of the week or if it's a James week or not. (Incidently this is his last week of school, and it's a Daddy week). I even set the alarm on my Palm to remind me to go to bed. And then: BABYKINS. Cry cry cry, fuss fuss fuss. Cry and fuss, fuss and cry. Cruss and Fye. So here it is, almost 1 am and I'm still up. Farming. Reading other blogs. Procrastinating going to bed. And now I'm peckish and keep thinking about the pita bread and hummus I bought today....