On a mission

Today has been very productive!

I kicked ass on my bathroom, and my kitchen is almost totally clean - and I mean "clean in places I haven't cleaned in ages" kind of clean. I've worked through four out of eight cabinets, which involves taking everything out, wiping down the inside of the cabinets, and performing OCD organizing. I have four drawers that I need to tackle, one countertop that I want to shine, the wastebasket needs some TLC... and then there's the subject of the fridge. I wiped it out the last time I went shopping... but I know that there are things in there that I just don't use. Far too many salad dressings. Strawberries that are probably past their prime. And then there are those two boxes of wine. I have to work on those.

Speaking of wine. I consumed two glasses of blush table wine while watching The Pursuit of Happyness last night. Bad movie for me to drink wine with. I'm a single mom, and although I am not homeless... I am forever teetering on the edge of Total Financial Ruin. When I was with my ex, everything was always in my name - utilities, vehicles, credit cards (even ones I never signed up for) so my financial status is CRAP. This movie really slapped me hard - sure, it was a great ending considering the hell of the entire movie, but it was really depressing. I drank my blush table wine with reckless abandon for those 2 hours. And I cried. And then I went to bed with the sick feeling in my stomach as I thought... "Am I going to end up like that someday?"

Yeah, I know. Way to go on the massive self confidence. I've made it a year without becoming homeless. My kids are healthy, happy and well-fed. I know deep down inside that I am doing a good job. It's just that old familiar Self Doubt. I think it is about time I kick its ass.

So, I leave you with a photo of my scary organization skills. I mean really... who the fuck organizes canned vegetables?? I DO. AND I SO LOVE MY CRAZY.

Lists

I am a list maker. I will bring my notebook out on the front porch with me when I go out to smoke, and make lists of different things. House cleaning seems to be most popular. Walking through my abode, you probably would wonder where the list was hiding. I hate housework. I also make grocery lists, moving lists, blogging lists... but mostly house cleaning lists.

Tonight is one of those rare nights where I have had energy to kill for the past three or so hours. I did a spectacular job on my kitchen just now. Caught up on laundry folding, washed all outstanding dirty dishes. Scrubbed counters, the stove top, the table, swept the floor, started another load of laundry and a load of dishes. I scrubbed places in my kitchen that haven't been scrubbed in far too long. It looks so white and sparkly in there. It's amazing how I much I can fuck it all up by cooking one dinner meal. But, for now... I relish the positive, clean, uncluttered look of my sparkly white (ok fine it's puke yellow!! but the counters are white, dammit) kitchen. Here are a few photos for those of you who like to peepin' Tom on other people's homes.

Here is my sink area. Sparkly!!

Hey look... more cleanliness!!!

Ahhh... majestic. A place to eat dinner with the kids.

Too bad they don't like anything I cook anymore.

The heinous amount of 5 yr old girl clothes I had to fold.

And finally... the culprits behind the clothing pile.

At what age do they start folding their own shit???

So, that was my lovely evening of boundless energy. I have a list from my ass to my elbow. Hopefully I will have ginormous amounts of energy tomorrow too. I have an appointment with a Urologist in the morning, but other than that..... STOP. ARM & HAMMER TIME.