I *Heart* a clean house...

Yes, ME! Un-domestic mama has become domestic. And I owe it all to Darla Shine and her Happy Housewives Club.


Let me tell you a little story...

I tried flylady, I tried a cleaning lady, I tried begging, crying, pleading, working my butt off, sitting on my butt, bitching, whining, moaning, stimulants (not hardcore drugs, nicotine and coffee). I tried list, I tried reminders, I tried EVERY book I could get my hands on about cleaning and organizing. I tried every website my little fingers could google. I tried doing nothing but cleaning and doing everything but cleaning.

Nothing, and I mean nothing worked.

Til I found Darla's book and this website. I ALMOST did not by the book, based on a bad review at amazon, saying it was an out-dated 50's view point and that Darla thought men was superior to women or something to that effect. So I kept searching for the magic pill, but something would NOT let me forget about the book. So I googled Darla (sounds dirty ) and found the site. I read the homepage and then clicked on the Homemaking page and read all 20 pages without stopping.

Then I bought the book and never looked back. In the last three months my family has went from eating take-out and living in squalor (doggie doo in the floor, cause I just didnt have time to potty train a dog, kids making one mess after another, dishes that had not been cleaned in two weeks, ceiling fans that were off balance due to the dirt and dust build up, etc. etc.) It was bad.

Now, three months later... my kitchen is ALWAYS clean. I can't sleep at night if it isn't. My dog is potty trained. My kids are picking up after themselves without being asked (mostly) I cook dinner EVERY night. We have not had takeout in at least two months. My laundry is clean and put away after every load. We all have clean and matching sheets on our beds. I can find stuff.

I feel good. I love how clean my house is. I let people in when they come to visit. I can clean the whole house in under 30 minutes at any given time. I am sooooo much less stressed about the house. I am not dreading school starting at all.

Thank You Darla. I am happy, my kids are better (somewhat) behaved, my husband (I think?) is happier about the house (even though he rarely said anything about it when it was nasty) If it was not for your book and this website, I KNOW how bad it would still be and how miserable I would still be.

So to anyone that is on the fence and has tried everything else, grab this book and ALLOW yourself to change. Don't listen to anyone else who says it wont work cause it never has. Don't let them see the book if that is what it takes. Just do it. Give Darla and everyone here a chance to help you. It is SO worth it!

Go Here!

Blog? What blog?

OHHHH!!! This blog. Yeah, I remember now.

Its been a while. Why, when summer time is supposed to be relaxing and easier, without the rush rush when school is in and the holidays seasons, is summer busier than any of the other times of the year?

I dunno either. I alternate between not being able to get anything done, to being bored out of my mind with nothing to do. Besides wait for the puppies to open their eyes so I can play with them.. Grow little mutts! Grow! Get furry and fat so you can trip me by being under my feet and chew up my favorite shoes.

Ahh. The waiting kills me.

My kids are summer school drop-outs. They went all of two days before proclaiming that mom was right, and children should not go to school during the summer. That's right. I am right and know-er of everything. WaaHAAA!

But with good things, like school being out, comes the bad. Like boredom. Thing 1 & 2 spent all of yesterday fighting over..... are you ready for it....


A CARDBOARD BOX!

Yeah, like one of those brown boxes that target and other wonderful stores, ships things in. A box.

Out of the BILLIONS of toys and TRILLIONS of dollars I have spent on them, my kids choose to fight over recycled paper products.

*sigh* When does school start again?

I'm a puppy grandma!

After weeks of waiting and a due date that was off by 5 days I came home last night to two born puppies and one puppy on its way in to the world.

On my loveseat that is two weeks old.

Good times.

But the wet spot ( I had enough brain cells to cover the cushions in case of such an event) on the back of one cushion was not enough to poop my party of puppies!

We ended up with four rat looking little guys and girls (two of each) that look fat and healthy and are nursing like pros.

Retard-o the wonder puppy evidently is good at being a mama, even if she can't get this -you-gotta-pee-outside- thing down.

But hey, we can't all be good at everything...