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Oprah says your home should rise up to greet you.
Maybe my first problem is I don’t know what that means.
Or maybe I don’t especially love what my home says when it greets me.
Or maybe my problem is I have children.
And what is it that my home should say, when it rises up to greet me? Should it say “Look, mommy, there’s a mouse-hole in the shower!” as my daughter did the other day, when she was pointing to what was actually some mold in the corner of the shower….our cleaning lady kept cancelling on me and I ran out of Clorox to get rid of that bad boy……
So is that what Oprah means about our homes rising up to greet us?
Is it me or is it next to impossible to not have total chaos in the home? Particularly during summer?? And it’s not just children here. Children are rivaled only by the husband. I know I’m not the only one who finds work socks on the dining room table, for example. And hammers on low window ledges that 19 month olds with gumby arms can reach easily.
I’ve been known to take a collection of dirty, sweaty socks improperly strewn throughout my home and carefully put them between two pillows in bed….the pillows used by Mr. Wired Momma. Unfortunately this does not phase him.
My favorite story on this topic came from my workout instructor, mom to three kids. One fall day, her back door wasn’t shut properly and blew open when she was taking the kids to school and running errands. The alarm went off, the police arrived to the house before she did and said “Ma’am, it looks like this place has been ransacked.”
Sounds about right.
So Oprah’s home might rise up to greet her quite differently than mine. Mine rises up and says “Do others raise children who know discarded food belongs in the trash, not the floor.”
And maybe Stedman puts his socks in the laundry basket.
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This makes me think of Ann Richard’s quote:
I did not want my tombstone to read, ‘She kept a really clean house.’ I think I’d like them to remember me by saying, ‘She opened government to everyone.
Just a thought. Stuff it Oprah.
Just one word. One word. Flylady.
She saved me from running away from my own home.
I got annoyed by the leaving crap everywhere phenomenon at my house, so I designated a small cubby / shelf to every member of the family. Whenever I find something out of place (like a hammer on a window sill!), I simply stuff it in the offender’s box. Eventually, they realize everything material that they love about life is in that cubby, and then they get really pissed for finding it all shoved together and impossible to get to. That’s when I say “that feeling of being annoyed with me that you’re feeling right now? that’s how I feel every time I see your stuff laying around the house”. Amazingly, it pretty much worked.
Elaine – I love love love your idea and am going to start that today.
just got back from blogher and tarted cleaning like a maniac, even though i was dog tired. trying and failing to hold back the chaos and foul odors- and that’s w/ no babies around.
ROFL!! – i LOVE this! – just this week, i was wondering if anyone else, looking for the hammer, has opened the freezer only to find that their pubescent teen left it there to smash the ice???