Flylady, Won't You Come Live With Me?
I haven't gone to visit Flylady in a while, so last night, I spent a little time browsing through the site to try and get inspired. You see, this summer, the house fell apart. I don't know what happened. All I know is that somehow, the mess creeped up, the cleaning supplies sat idle and stuff grew. Overnight.
Over at Flylady, they're tackling laundry rooms and laundry habits. I sat there, smug as I read over the suggestions. "Doing laundry in a sparkling laundry room is the first step to enjoying doing it! " says a reader from Florida.
Laundry room? Why, that's the cleanest, most tidy room in my house! I said to myself.
"Organize and beautify your laundry space!" Flylady urges her readers, as I read on.
The hubby and I did just that, a year ago. We stacked up our dryer over the washer. Hauled up a free-standing cabinet from the basement and filled it with laundry supplies, cleaning supplies and extra toilet paper/paper towels. The hubby put down a beautiful new floor that only cost us twenty dollars. We sat in the doorway and beamed at each other as we gazed at our new floor and admired our neat, put-together laundry room.
Only twenty dollars for a floor? Well, you see, the laundry room is a tiny closet. There's just enough room between the laundry tub and the washer/dryer stack for one laundry basket. I can squeeze a second laundry basket on the floor if I don't plan to open the cabinet. About the only place I can pile stuff is in the laundry tub. If I need to use that, then the pile goes on the floor. But if a pile is on the floor, then I can't open the washer door. So most of the time, only one basket is in the laundry room. On a good day.
So, yes dear Flylady, I've followed your advice and made my laundry room look really purty.
Now I have to tackle the couch in the family room. It is overflowing with the clean laundry and no one can sit there. I have to go back to Flylady and read the tips about putting it all away.
It would be so much easier if Flylady could just move in.
This is an original Chicago Moms Blog post. Karen blogs at A Deaf Mom Shares Her World and is a feature writer for Disaboom.








