Monday

Got up and started working in the kitchen after I'd had my coffee, a shower and fixed my face.

Have to work today, but intend to keep working in the kitchen. I try to follow www.flylady.net and this week we work in the kitchen. Since that's one of the areas I am trying to focus on this week, I'll follower her posts on this area. I've already reloaded the dishwasher, and wiped down a couple of the counters. There's so much to do that it feels overwhelming and as if I can never get it all done, and yet if I don't start somewhere, it will truly never get done.

I'm trying to work in the bedroom and the kitchen this week and hope to get them into manageable shape. That's the key, manageable. Then I can move on to the next disaster area.

I'm off the next two days after my 11-4 shift today, so I guess I'll make that my goal. Get the kitchen and bedroom manageable. Clothes folded and put away, floors swept, surfaces dusted, etc. In the kitchen, the Flylady missions for the week.

I need to set boundaries on my television and internet time. So once I finish this post, I won't check in again on email or Facebook until I get off work.

I'll post my progress on all of this.

(Continued from earlier Monday . . .. )

Before heading to work, I completed my first Fly Lady (www.flylady.net) mission. I wiped down my stovetop. I also payed some bills and made some necessary phone calls preliminary to a doctors appointment I have tomorrow. So all in all a successful morning.

Just got in from work. We had a small lunch service at the new restaurant, truly hopeful. Everything went well and everyone seemed to enjoy their food. Home now with my feet up, but then I'll commence to folding, sorting, and putting away laundry and probably make that my project for the evening. Dinner is leftover turkey meatloaf or for me my leftover fajita chicken made into a wrap.

Huh

I started a post the other day, saved a draft of it and now . . . . gone. Must not have meant it.

It's been an interesting two months since I left my 9-5 office job. I'm not sorry I did it, not one little bit. I was too unhappy for too long, and the things that I would have needed to do to work thru the main problem I was having (my OCD), I couldn't have done on that job.

I went to work for a local restaurant, one close to my house, thinking I'd save gas, be close to home and could more easily work on the house to get it ready to sell. Didn't happen. All the attendant struggles with starting a new job as well as the unique challenges of each individual place and I wasn't getting much done at home. I was exhausted, having started back waiting tables after a long period of not doing so. It's physically demanding work.

Then, just as I was getting into a groove with my new schedule, WHAMO! the place closed. I wasn't that surprised, actually. They were struggling. I just hoped they'd limp thru the summer and give me a chance to get done what I wanted/needed to get done on my house to get it on the market.

I've had a month off. I've just gone back to work at a new restaurant, just now opening. Have I gotten a lot done at my house? No. Dammit, what the hell's wrong with me? (to be continued . . . . )