Victory For ME!

Alright, well since I abandoned all of my adoring fans (namely you guys) last night, and pretty much the whole day as well, I figured that I better make up for it in a big way. Plus I had a major melt down last night. I lost most of my cleaning time yesterday by going off island to get my hair done. When I got home I decided to sit for a little bit cause I was feeling exhausted and slightly stressed out (driving over town now does that to me, specially since I didn't know how to get where I was going.) *Sidebar-I have this image of myself gripping the steering wheel like a mad woman and screaming profanities at anyone even thinking of coming near my car. Oh well, moving on. Then mom called and wanted me to go up town with her and I said yes. I then have this god-awful thought of all the things I didn't do and NEEDED to and/or wanted to. I then proceed to run around like a mad woman (ah again with the madness) trying to get the things done that I NEEDED to. Which leads me to the garage, where I find that my hun has moved all my storage boxes around to where I cannot reach them. This is in turn the end of me. I completely lose it and end up curled in a ball sobbing into a pillow on my bed. FUN! Luckily I have a wonderfully understanding mother who let me off the hook and I wander around like a zombie for awhile until said hun takes me up town for a drink and to hang with my mom. Gotta luv him! So, hence the gone fishing.......

Onto the VICTORY FOR ME! (If you know who Invader Zim is, you must say it in that voice exactly.) After hours of rehearsal, I came home today and decided I couldn't take it any longer. See the problem with the cleaning I've been doing is that most of what I've been getting rid of or organizing or whatever, has been alot of the fringe stuff. Things in storage boxes of in the corner, bills already in a cupboard, etc...This equals progress in the way of decluttering my life and a house that still looks like ground zero of a tornado. YAY! I cannot take it anymore. So I refer to the book and its how-to-yness on how to binge clean.
YOUR MISSION:
Grab your timer.
Head to kitchen.
Take 15 minutes, start with sink move out from there. DING!
Move to living room.
Take 15 minutes, start with one small are. DING!
Move back to kitchen.
Take 15 minutes, continue on. DING!
Take 15 minute break.DING!
Move to bathroom.
Take 15 minutes, start with sink move out from there. DING!

Okay, so I deviated a bit. Worked well through kitchen, library, kitchen mode. Didn't take a break, I figured if I stopped I wouldn't get going again. I also kinda cheated on the whole "Clean your house for Success" look. You're sposed to be all dressed, shoes, make-up, etc...NO SWEATS! Ya, I can't clean without making a mess of myself. So I got out the ratty clothes. So shoot me! I moved onto my bathroom. Timer goes off....I keep going, kinda obsessively. I get this notion in my head that the bathroom is small and therefor if I can get it entirely clean I will have actually accomplished something. And for the next several hours an entire room in my house will be clean. So I keep going and finish the whole stupid thing. I AM AWESOME! So those are my cleaning escapades for the day. On the down side, cleaning always makes my hands feel like sandpaper. Total incentive NOT to clean. Must prevail against the sandpaper!

P.S. I totally recommend the whole wake up and slather yourself in yummy lotion thing. It makes you feel amazingly luxurious and sensuous. I LOVE IT! So go on, go do it!