Space, the final frontier
These are our voyages
To Boldly go Where No One in Their Right Mind Has Gone Before.
Hubby and I have decided that we've had it with parts of our house which never seem to stay organized. The Fifteen Minute Fling where we run around like mad for 15 minutes hurling stuff around is great for shoveling back the tide. However, it seems like it is an epic battle of Sysyphean proportions. We get the house in order and the great stone of an ordered house rolls back down to the bottom of the hill crushing us under its weight. We Fling it back and the House Rolls Down Hill Again. Up/Down, Up/Down.
Hubby grew up in a very organized house. His mother was a veritable
Martha Stewart, wise in the ways of the home. Her home was immaculate
and well ordered. Unfortunately, he did not acquire his mother's habits.
I did not grow up in an organized home. My mother was not Martha
Stewart. Somehow I always knew that a home was not supposed to be run
this way; roommates confirmed this.
Shiva Image via Wikipedia Well, I have decided to end the Eternal Cycle of Order and Disintegration -- there's a cosmic Hindu tale(think Shiva)--and have begun to plot the Herculean labor of cleaning the Aegean stables.
After a few arguments and a series of discussions of how the home is
to be ordered and gaining some ground and then losing some ground in pushing the household boulder
up the hill, I decided to go for a home reincarnation and get an
organizer to help appease the household gods and get the home organized.
We met our home organizer on Saturday and had the great walk through of the home. We deliberately did not clean up for two reasons: 1) it is too hot. We have had temperatures near 100 degrees Fahrenheit (43 degrees Celsius) and 2) there is no sense in misleading someone. She needs to know the downside of our rather unsustainable efforts.
Contrary to the task of Hercules, we are not going to have to clean it in a day. But instead, we will space it out over a series of weekends starting in September.
The point is that we are not going to just clean the house but institute a system that we can adhere to. Something simple as we can't cope with too much and we just don't want to do housework. There. I've said it. We just don't like doing it.
Image by Claudio Vaccaro via FlickrI think having an organized house and a system to keep it that way will help with Time Management. Chores take longer when
you don't know where things are. We seem to waste alot of time on
fumbling around just trying to start the matter at hand. I have been
thinking about executive function and no executive functions in
disorder. But, where to start: Time vs Space. Eternal philosophical
questions, eh? I have done a little bit of Time Management with an
iPhone. So, now, I will choose Space, the final frontier.