Progressive Tidying

True, I am a natural neat freak. Not quite as bad as Monica Geller but I do love to clean. Getting rid of dirt is so satisfying. Now you see it. Now you don't.

But I am not wonder woman. It's hard to keep a house truly clean, let alone tidy.

Here's the secret of my success: I do it in stages. Let's face it, tidying up is mostly about moving something from one room to another. You do NOT have enough time to do this every day. So move it someplace closer first.

Anything outside our bedroom door goes someplace else in the house.For example, when we've stockpiled a few DVDs in our room (Between morning sickness and breastfeeding baby, we've spent a lot of time on our bed watching movies over the past ten months!), I'll set them outside our bedroom door.

Things that need to go downstairs end up on the kitchen table or on the top stair. If it's going in the trash or into the car, it's by the back door. You get the idea.

Piles are great. Reduce them as you go.

It sounds simple, but if you're not a cleaning type person, I suspect it's not. You probably get overwhelmed with piles.

"It Can Be Done!" Part Deux

After several days of neglect, my clean, unfolded laundry was able to be formed into a mountain that almost reached the ceiling. The picture is of the north face of the pile with a Nalgene bottle placed at base camp for perspective.
Also, Sen McGee may want to use this photo (notice the west face of Mt. Laundry) in future campaigning. I'm thinking something like, "There won't be any dirty laundry aired while I'm in office. What you will be able to anticipate is large stacks of april fresh, line dried, unfolded laundry, like that of the common Idahoian."

Sometimes You Need Some Boston

I was trying to change the sheets on Jane's bed. My too long, but too short to be tucked behind my ears, bangs, were driving me crazy. I left to go get a bobby pin. The bending over position I was in was giving me a back ache. Sweet and Creamy was rolling around on the floor generally in the way and generally, repeatedly activating a song on his toy. By the by,the toy's batteries had one foot in the grave and the "song" sounded like a distant ice cream truck with reverb. Oh, and the room was stuffy and hot.

I thought back to earlier in the day when I was in my car listening to some Boston, imagining the "Scrubs" air band. "Happy thought indeed."

Bananas in the Freezer

I freeze my too-ripe bananas because freezing old bananas is what you're supposed to do with old bananas. That's what "they" do.

Now I have a bunch of frozen bananas in my freezer.

What in the world do you do with frozen bananas?