tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post3457928707513319071..comments2023-04-03T08:01:36.881-04:00Comments on Open-Hearted Life: I Am My Mother's Daughter, After Alldharmamamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04300114394099599509noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-48273907741544165632008-04-11T18:42:00.000-04:002008-04-11T18:42:00.000-04:00No, I wouldn't Mrs. G! That's the thing - cleanlin...No, I wouldn't Mrs. G! That's the thing - cleanliness obsession comes over just *one* item, and it doesn't matter how anything else in your house looks! My lint filter is scaring me!dharmamamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04300114394099599509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-9283303660410694332008-04-11T16:17:00.000-04:002008-04-11T16:17:00.000-04:00This scares me just a little. You would gasp at th...This scares me just a little. You would gasp at the sight of my lint filter.Mrs. G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01171997573144385692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-10418779851343167732008-04-10T21:56:00.000-04:002008-04-10T21:56:00.000-04:00Oh. My. God. First - I need the magnet. Second -...Oh. My. God. First - I need the magnet. Second - I was contemplating how I could remove the glass top of my stove so I could clean the edges.<BR/><BR/>I am SO glad I am going back to work.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02086167716210736774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-21589365194132120332008-04-10T21:32:00.000-04:002008-04-10T21:32:00.000-04:00I found you through Bossy's blog. Your blog caugh...I found you through Bossy's blog. Your blog caught my eye because I am a recovering obsessive cleaner. My children and husband have dubbed me Mrs. Clean and my son says I clean things out of existence. I have to admit, I'm starting to care less and less about the perfection. I just don't have the energy anymore!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-23094416577297295122008-04-08T12:03:00.000-04:002008-04-08T12:03:00.000-04:00Ha! Unfortunately, Janet, I can really relate to c...Ha! Unfortunately, Janet, I can really relate to chreliz - I would get to your house and get distracted with cleaning *one* thing into submission, and would totally miss whatever mess was in front of me. Or - maybe it works differently at other people's homes? But that's how it is here!<BR/><BR/>Chreliz, I've used a timer and it DOES help SO much. But you know what? I lost mine in our move, and I've been too lazy/unmotivated/rebellious to get another. Go figure.<BR/><BR/>So cool that Ray's still rockin'!dharmamamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04300114394099599509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-45731938246493271912008-04-08T11:58:00.000-04:002008-04-08T11:58:00.000-04:00If you still feel like cleaning, come over my hous...If you still feel like cleaning, come over my house. It needs a good cleaning, believe me!<BR/><BR/>I clicked on your blog from Mrs. G's...saw your first concert was the Kinks and just wanted to tell you I saw Ray Davies in concert Sunday night. He kicked ASS!!!Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09504992439212714138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588195272047350836.post-90770451247440554142008-04-07T22:04:00.000-04:002008-04-07T22:04:00.000-04:00I can totally relate to this. I know, I know. Th...I can totally relate to this. I know, I know. The underside of the mower. Meanwhile, in my case, there' I'd be with a toothpick, srraping off the bits of dried grass, and inside my house there are 4 loads of laundry that need to be folded, the dishes piled up in the sink, and I can't even find the surface of my desk under all the paper. But the underside of the mower (I can't think of my own example, because there are just so many and I don't even take stock and realize when I'm doing it most times) is shiny. *eye roll* At least you recognize the madness though! *chuckle* My best ally? A kitchen timer. I'll say, I'm going to put these clothes away, and ~maybe~ tidy this drawer while I'm at it, but I'm setting the timer for 20 minutes so I can't start contact-papering the drawers and oiling the drawer runners and refinishing the dresser and ironing my underwear and [fill in the OCD blank here]. I am allotting 20 minutes to myself to put these clean clothes in this drawer, and then I'm moving on to my next task. The timer really works for me! Then if I want to come back and put drawer lines in later, I can choose to do that task, as opposed to compulsively getting pulled into it without taking stock of what I'm doing. I can choose to spend my time the way I *really* want to. Of course, right now my timer batteries are dead, so... Be afraid, be very afraid. *chuckle* Great blog post! Loved it.ChrElizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02284802997429360087noreply@blogger.com