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Coming Clean

As I jump back into the blogging world I realize that I need to have some sort of schedule or routine. With a schedule this blog would have content delivered on a consistent schedule. A schedule you my reader(s) could depend on for your Krissi fix.

I just made that up.

It isn’t that great.

I need a better line.

This line of thought, (schedule, routine, consistency) lead me to my latest “project,” developing routines. I would like to say that it is the whole working mom gig that has caused my house to fall into a state of disrepair. Laundry, dishes, dirty toilets are all the result of me working a fulltime (plus) job. However, that would be a big fat lie!

My type A personality has never really kicked into gear when it comes to cleaning, cooking, laundry, or home making stuff. I’ve tried! When the kids were little we did job charts, allowance, daily cleaning routines, and none of them worked.

Well, they worked for a little bit of time, but eventually life would run me over and the first thing off the plate was a clean house.

I’m kind of in awe with people who have clean homes. It’s almost like they like cleaning. How is that even possible?

I do not like cleaning but I do like a clean house. I do think a clean house helps you to have a clear head and helps you to manage life a little better. It is also nice when you don’t have to spend 10 minutes of an already frantic morning trying to match two socks.

BUT! It is so hard!! (Yes, there is a lot of whining packed into that little sentence. Perhaps even a little foot stomp).

So…. part of my post-master’s life has been establishing cleaning routines and a laundry routine and a cooking routine and an exercise routine and a self care routine.

I do not live a glamorous life.

What does any of this have to do with finding yourself? As much as I hate to admit it a clean house, clean laundry, cooked meals, exercise, and washing your face are part of the deal. I mean think about it, if you can’t find a pair of clean underwear how and the world do you expect to find you.



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P.S. I know this is not the post I promised. That post is coming Saturday. This post will be part of my mid-week survival post. Which will focus on surviving frantic, crazy, exhausting workweeks. Look at me being all scheduled.

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Lani said…
I hate cleaning but have to agree that a clean house helps with keeping an uncluttered mind. My house is usually pretty clean....although I despise cleaning, I despise clutter more.
January 22, 2017 at 8:05 PM
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