Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Confessions of a Slob

I am the Anti-Neat, yes, it's true I am a slob.  Now when I say slob, I don't mean living in a pig sty. It's not that bad.  I'm also not a hoarder, I don't make light of people with that issue and nothing I say in this blog is intended to demean or belittle anyone but myself.  So, if you see something that reminds you of yourself - that's on you! Of course, if it does remind you of yourself and you have some advice - please feel free to share!

I have recently gotten into this blogging fad.  Mostly because I have a lot of random thoughts in my head and figure if I put them out on "paper" then maybe the little hamster that spins on his wheel in my brain will actually stop for a rest.  Of course, like anything I decide to do, I can't do it part way, NO, I have to jump in with both feet and go overboard, so I now have I think 3 or 4 blogs....

I don't really know if anyone will ever read these but me, but I figure if you do happen to see it and stop by, just because you're interested in one part of my craziness doesn't mean you want (or can handle) all of it!  So, my three main blogs:

1) About trying to spread niceness - this is my effort to discuss things I'm doing that are good, bad, indifferent that affect others, hopefully that one might actually catch on, not because I need the traffic, but because the more people that we can "infect" the bigger differences we can make.

Spread the Nice

2) About my battles with Depression - sort of self explanatory but I'm going to try to keep from delving into my psyche (about depression anyway) too much on this blog.  Of course, all other areas of my insanity are up for grabs so fair warning to those who might be lurking!  Depression quite honestly sucks. It's real, I don't care what anyone else says.  If you haven't had it, you just don't understand it.  You can't.  I have it and even I don't understand it.  Because it doesn't follow logic or make any sense.   I had someone ask me once why I was depressed.  It's not that I'm depressed - it's that I have Depression - two different things to be honest.  But enough about that - if you want to read more about my fight and thoughts on it, check out my other blog.

Strive to be Free

3) This one - My goal for this one is to put everything else that falls into my mind in writing - which means, hold on it's going to be a bumpy ride.  I started it because I am the queen of making lists for organizing myself and getting cleaned up.  I never do anything on the lists of course, but I am an expert at making them.  I started yet again to open up a file to start typing a list and said, Hey Maybe I should blog about it instead, maybe that would actually be more like making a promise to myself and I would keep it!  I have my doubts but nonetheless, here we are.  So while I will no doubt discuss my slobbiness and efforts to correct it, pretty much anything goes here.

Right now, my house is a disaster.  I want to sell it, want something different, smaller and easier to keep up with.  Of course with the market the way it is, that isn't really an option right now, but, still, if i could get it cleaned up and organized, maybe I could talk to someone about listing it at least.  Right now, I have no flat surface in my house that doesn't have stuff on it.  That's just sad.  I did manage to clear off part of a table so I could eat sitting down rather than in front of the TV, but still....how many people out there have something on every surface?? It's pathetic is what it is and I need to fix it.  I need to be able to walk in from a rough day of work (and trust me they are rough!) and not feel like I need to just go upstairs and crawl into bed because I can't make a dent.  I have about 4 laundry baskets full of laundry I need to do, two full of clean laundry that I need to put away, a dining room table loaded up from last Christmas still!, a kitchen - well okay, I did work in the kitchen a bit this weekend so it's not quite as bad.  Still, it needs another night of action to really polish it off on the surface.  The cabinets are another story.  I'm actually scared to open the under the sink one - that one just seems like it would be a good hiding place for creepy crawly things.  For those worried about the safety of any children living with me - I don't have any.  Just my dog who I adore and take great care of.  I actually do a better job taking care of her than I do myself most the time.

Anyway, so I'm sitting here thinking about what to do tonight when I get home..... I could clean.  I should clean.  Will I clean?  Probably not.  I can confess this to myself but yet I don't seem to be able to find that push I need to get over the hump and start.  So, my plan is to force myself to spend 15 minutes tonight doing something that resembles cleaning. In addition, every time I get up and move around, I'm going to take something to the correct room it goes in.  Last night to avoid this, I went to bed around 8 pm.  Sad.  I'm going to try not to do that tonight.  We'll see how it goes.