Step Ladder Friends

I need to tell the truth.  I started this blog to hold myself accountable for keeping a cleaner house.  It seems that my house cleaning takes a backseat to most anything going on in my life or my head.  I had hoped that my procrastination habit would not morph over into missed posts.  But it’s already happened. 

           

Last week, I had this germ of an idea to tell you that my main supportive friend is a step ladder.  Well, I have many friends who are supportive.  I might have hurt their feelings telling you about my best friend that travels all over my house and yard helping me to find new heights.  And what would I tell my husband?  Sorry, honey, I know you try hard, but I have found more stability in that black and white step ladder than you’ve ever provided?  (Hmm, I’ll put that thought aside and keep it for ammunition for our next fight.)

This blog is first and foremost going to have to be a useful thing for me—a tool used to keep me responsible.  My first post about Zee might have been the ultimate of my comedian entertainment abilities.  I’m not sure how funny a step ladder story would be. (Although, I did take a lot of pictures showing how it moves from room to room—like it has a mind of its own.)  My house is messy for some reasons that are just not that funny.

My home reflects my inner feelings.  If I am sad about something, I leave things lying around more.  I don’t do laundry.  I don’t wash dishes.  I have an abundance of low energy.  The task of cleaning is undermined by my depressions.

So why am I late on posting?  Sadness—last weekend was Mother’s Day.  I want to skip out on that day because I don’t have children.  Mother’s Day is an era of envy for me just like Valentine’s Day was for me when I was divorced.

I posted on Facebook about it and my friends told me that I show love therefore I am a mother.  One cousin told me that I gave motherly love to her child.  They are my step ladder friends!

Love

Karen

IN PROCESS

This will be my very first blog.  I decided to start this cleaning blog a year ago so I could hold myself accountable for keeping a clean home.  I’ve procrastinated a bit. 

So, first let me tell you about an issue I’ve had with keeping a clean yard:

I get distracted.  One of the two days in April when it didn’t rain, I went out to pull weeds and wait on the Tree and Landscape Company to come prune our Bradford Pears.  We have twenty of them. 

While down on my knees pulling the first grip of grass, a rabbit leaped from under a rock and sprinted across the yard. 

Then my dog, Zee, TOOK OFF! 

“ZEE! NO!” I cried.  Zee chased the rabbit across the street to our neighbor’s back yard. 

“Zee, come back!” I yelled again.  Zee went under the neighbor’s fence into their neighbor’s yard. 

I took a deep breath, put down my spade, went inside to get my car keys.  I found her three houses down—barking, trying to get under a shed.

My thoughts were—I’ll kill her now and get it over with before the tree guy gets here. 

In a sickly, sweet tone, I said, “Zeeee, come here, honey.  Good girl.  Good little Zeeber-head dog; just let me get this leash snapped…”

         

 

Zee looked at me like “why are you not helping me get the rabbit?"

"It’s under the shed. 
Here watch my nose; I’ll show you.” 

I gently put my hand around her collar and—snapped!  

Got you! You little shit!

I drove back into our driveway just as the tree surgeon showed up to prune the trees.  I knew that I couldn’t actually kill Zee that day, so I locked her in the fence. 

I found my spade in that flower bed yesterday.

            There are other issues I have with cleaning and yard work, but I made a decision to keep this first blog short and to the point.  Next week I have plans to transplant some perennials, plant some annuals, and mop the kitchen.  I’ll let you know how that goes.

Karen