Hey, I got my priorities straight. Now the manuscript is done–now I start working on the house.
Eeep. Forgot how much work this not-so-big, not-so-cluttered space could be. And don’t preach Flylady at me, either. I love her, she keeps me sane (so to speak) but the simple fact is I do not work her system every day. Although I know quite well her way is better than mine and her way will work, I’m not grown up enough to do it consistently. That’s my choice. I still need to learn to sacrifice that fifteen minutes before I start writing, instead of doing an occasional oh-my-god-someone’s-coming crisis clean. At least with her I know there is a way out!
So. Crisis-clean. Tomorrow I work, Wednesday morning I fly out at Oh-God-It’s-Early, today I crisis-clean. It’s going well so far. Hope is working on her room, I’ve got Bly’s room cleaned out, (OMG, how much crap had I stuffed IN there???) we’re taking breaks, drinking water, and not hyper-focusing on things like the bathtub. (It’s looked like that for five years, only dynamite can change it now.) Nope. Get Hope’s room clear for the furniture rearranging, do the rearranging, vaccum, make Bly’s bed, and we are done for the night. Tomorrow evening I’ll worry about finding a place for the displaced Stuff. Most of it will end up in my room, sigh…