Sink Reflections vs Sink Confessions

I keep thinking I'm going to force myself to become a better homemaker, mother, teacher, self. Pull myself up from the boot straps kind of mentality. That never works for me!! Confessions is about admitting my wrong doings and promising to try to turn away from them and do them do more. This just makes me have guilt and reluctance. Not much for falling in love there.

Changing my focus to creating, to beauty, to art, like the reference in the goal of the blog's title, is where I need to focus. The FlyLady wants us to focus on the reflection in the sink all shiny and happy. I'll try to focus on the beauty of homemaking not on the failings.

a Love Affair

For years I have attempted to follow Fly Lady's philosophy of Shining the Sink. The Shiny Sink is to be the beginning ripple of home making, home organization, and the beginning of all good things in my life to follow. For years I have not been able to make this a consistent daily habit. So here I am to begin the Sink Confessions (those of you who know Fly Lady's book will catch the play on the title of her book Sink Reflections). Here it goes, Day one. All the dishes are done. If I can keep from cooking and eating they will stay done. And the sink is shiny.



Since Gabrielle is at the football game with her Dad I have kept busy and moved on to the stove top, the counter, a drawer, and a cabinet. Maybe the Fly Lady IS correct or maybe I am obsessing over my ex husband coming over in a few hours.



I've also been thinking about what Suze Orman says about what you think and say should match what you do. I dream more about being a home maker than I actually spend time making a home. I buy magazines with pretty pictures, I gaze fondly at people's gardens as I drive by, but usually run around busy all the time and then come home and collapse in the middle of my chaos.

Now... now I want to fall in love with my home and make it a beautiful, healthy place for Gabrielle to come home to and to launch out into the world from. The love afair will begin with a shiny sink.

hospital visit and hair style

I'm readying to go visit my Dad in the hospital. He has an infection that is challenging his kidneys. He was sick, sick, sick. Scary sick. But is getting treatment and is feeling better and then what happens next will be determined.



I feel tired from a day of work with preschoolers/kindgergarteners and a check up for myself. A part of me wants to do my normal routine of staying home and being lazy while feeling guilty about not doing my to do list.



Instead, I have taken a hot bath to get the blood flowing and to feel refreshed. Mom said I should blow dry my hair "because it just looks so pretty" when I do that. I usually would be reactive and defensive--"so when I dont I'm not pretty??" (Idon't blow dry it often.) Mom said I should blow dry my hair after my bath because "You never know who you'll run into at the hospital."



I have taken a bath and dried my hair and may even put on some lip gloss--for myself and for Dad. Dad pays attention to details too. But my pants are wrinkled. Sorry Mom.