It's all for you, Damien!

I am lazy and unorganized. I don't pretend that I'm not. I'm not sure what impression my husband was under when he married me. We had been living together for over 2 years and he was familiar with my practices. Nevertheless, he's getting really fed up with the way I operate. I don't necessarily blame him. I'm pretty frustrating. Here's the deal: I half-ass my laundry. I do a load and leave the clean clothes in the basket for like 2 weeks. The cats enjoy it because it makes for a sweet bed. Brad, on the other hand does not appreciate it. Evenutally, I'll have picked through the basket of clothes enough to wear it, and the 3 feet of floor that surround it, becomes a jumbled, cat hair covered mess. Then, I deem the clothes too dirty to wear and I start the laundry process over agian. I realize that this is a terrible way to do things. My clothing rotation is terribly uneven. Alas, it's they way I've always done things, and I'm comfortable enough with it. I've found that the benefits of ignoring laundry are much more immediate than the benefits of putting my shit away. There are so many other things I'd rather be doing - like cross stitching or button bouquet-ing or watching 30 Rock on DVD for like 8 hours straight.

I know it's time to be a grown up. The days of having a messy bedroom should be behind me. God bless Brad for being as tolerant as he has been. I suppose we all have our line in the sand. Brad's is being 35 years old and having a 27 year old wife who keeps the bedroom feeling like it belongs to a petulant teenage girl. He's been putting up with me for almost 6 years now. Ugh. Poor guy. So tonight I'm going home and I'm finishing my laundry and putting clothes away. Than at 8pm I'll reward myself with some Must-See-TV.

This one's for you, Braddy. It's all for you.

xoxo

Home Ownership

Yay! Our offer on the house was accepted last week. Now I'm scheduling home inspections and trying to figure out when to give our property manager 30 days notice.

I'm going to try to use this move as an opportunity to organize all my crap. Usually when I unpack in a new place I just dump stuff directly from a box (or lawn bag) in to a drawer and call it good. I'm determined not to do that this time. We will be in this house for the long haul and I need to start with some organization.

I have so many awesome ideas for the house already. We'll be moving in sometime late next month and when we do, get ready for some before and after pictures. It's going to be fantastic. I love color. There will be no beige and cream in our house. Get ready for some fun times.

In other, less exciting news, I have fallen in to the laundry trap. I did a load of laundry this weekend and it's still sitting in the basket in the bedroom. Normally it would only be a matter of time before the contents of the basket were strewn about the bedroom floor, but not anymore. Mrs. Bush needs to take control of the situation; tonight I'll put my laundry away.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Brad usually works from home. It's nice to come home from a long day at work and be able to give him a big fat smooch first thing. If I have an amusing story or a particularly loud belch, I can share these things with him. It's nice to have the company.

This week, though, he has to go in to work from 5pm -10pm. So even though I went out to dinner with some friends (including Mrs. Campbell) I still managed to get bored enough tonight to cut myself some bangs.

Let's just hope I don't have a crew cut by the end of the week. I've been growing my hair out for too long now to start all over again.

I should really be putting laundry away right now.

Yes, more laundry.

Peace out!

The Fruits of My Labor

Boom.

Thursday night I put together my cork board jewelry holder and I think it turned out pretty damn well. I got the fabric from the table cloths I made for the wedding.

Then I had quite a productive Sunday. While watching The Powder and the Glory and True Romance I painted the cats portraits.

Tonight I'm cleaning the bathrooms (including the litter boxes) and doing laundry. You know what? I'm even going to put my laundry away once I've cleaned it, because that's what adults do and I'm an adult.

Take that single Joy! Married Joy is such a together lady she can barely stand it.

Clean Your Room!

My bedroom has never been clean for more than a week straight. One week is my record.

The main reason for this is that I do my laundry and leave it in the basket for days until the contents have been strewn across the floor and become dirty again before I can even wear them. My cats lay on piles of “clean” clothes so that by the time I shake out a blouse and put it on it’s covered in cat fur and wrinkled beyond wearability. I am 26 years old. You would think that by now I would have matured and grown out of this messy bedroom thing. Alas, much to my husband’s chagrin, I am an adult slob. I tell myself that when I get home from work the first thing I will do will be to FINALLY put all my clothes away, dust the bed’s headboard and vacuum the cat fur laden bedroom. Then when I get home at 5:30 the only thing I can bring myself to do is eat a mixing bowl full of parmesan garlic popcorn and watch 3 hours of Mad Men.

It was the same for me growing up. I would tell myself that when I get home from school, I’ll put my clothes away and dig through the piles on the floor to see if I can locate where that cat pee smell was coming from. Then, I when I finally did get home from school at 3:30, all I wanted to do was eat a mixing bowl of Lucky Charms and watch Golden Girls until dinner time.

Now that I’ve been married for a whole month and I’ve been watching a whole lot of Mad Men, I feel like I need to make much much more of an effort to get my shit together. (Not that I'm aspiring to be in a loveless marriage in an immaculate house.) So tonight is the night. I am going to clean the bedroom. Who knows, I might get crazy and decide to wash the sheets!