Things I've been putting off:
(And by putting off - I mean putting off)

Washing Up.
Buy Sister in Law xmas present.
Laundry.
Tidy Bedroom.
Tidy Bathroom.
Tidy Kitchen.
Tidy front room.
Completely clean & defrost fridge.
Clean Attic.
Paint Porch.
Buy food.
Write some stuff.
Buy Jumper.
Sew rip in lining of coat.
Finish subversion integration for metachat.
A load of other stuff for metachat.
Reinstall plantmall website.
Weed Garden.
Tidy Lawn.
Throw out a bunch of stuff.
Bottles to bottle bank.

I just washed the dishes, after letting them accumulate for a couple of days. I'd already put them in a hot soak last night, thinking I'd do them before I went to bed, but didn't. I absolutely hate getting up to a dirty kitchen, it starts my day off on the wrong foot.

I cleaned the living room and hall yesterday, and tomorrow will do my bedroom and the bathroom, in readiness for my holiday, when neighbours will be coming in to feed the cats. Usually the imminent arrival of people into my home spurs me on to tidy up and vacuum. I even had to vacuum the ceiling. I haven't seen a spider in months, so have no idea where the cobwebs came from. And now Christmas is over, I couldn't get away with spraying them silver and claiming they were tinsel.

After I get back from my holiday, I'll hopefully be able to arrange with my decorator for him to start the renovations which I've been waiting so long to do.

I LOVE it when my flat is clean and tidy. The renovations involve the building of new and much-needed storage space which will allow me to keep out of sight such things as my mop and bucket (which live in a corner of the living room right now).

I also plan to be super-organised and buy lots of those transparent plastic crates/boxes and a labeller, so I can find lightbulbs or screwdrivers or CD cases or birthday cards without having to search through tons of crap first. All of those will go on shelving and be hidden away in the new storage behind sliding doors.

A luxury I've always wanted is a cleaner. I reckon that for £20 I'll be able to get the living room, kitchen, bathroom and hall cleaned once a week - dusted, vacuumed surfaces wiped weekly, windows cleaned monthly. (The bedrooms I'll do myself - one of them being my office and the other being, well, my bedroom.)

I'm a big fan of FlyLady, whose website is horribly cheesy, but full of great tips and advice on being organised and getting rid of clutter.

Yah, Flylady rocks in general. Don't however, sign up when you're severely depressed or her emails will really activate your "I suck if I can't do this" trigger.

OK, checking in for a moment:
I have picked up most of the bedroom floor. There is a pile of crap in the middle of it that I have to deal with next, and then it's time to hit the bathroom. Actually, the next step pre-bathroom is to separate the clean from dirty clothes that I moved from the floor or laundry baskets to the bed.

Putting off? OMG everything. Cleaning. Organizing. Practicing violin. Doing some promised computer volunteer work. Finding a man. My tombstone is going to say, she put everything off.

Oh, good lord, the clutter, the disorganization, the mess. I can not get a handle on it. I have too much stuff for my little house and my little room in it. Too many books. Too many untended hobbies and interests. Too many keepsakes, mementos, photos, drawings and journals. Too may CDs, LPs, Tapes. Entire file flders labeled "bits of paper". Ugh! Something must be done!

And, it's too damn cold in my house...

Too many untended hobbies and interests.

Ain't that a fact. I've got a sewing machine up with crap strewn all over one end of the kitchen, an absolute slew of yarn skeins, dried crowder peas on my utility shelf, blood and bone meal on a shelf above my cookbooks, a canning pot and accouterments sitting on top of my dryer--you name it.

Everything. I've got a headcold/sinus infection that making anything other than drinking tea and surfing the web impossible. Bleh.

I need to go out and split some kindling and make a fire in the woodstove. Then the house will be warm, wife will be happy, and the day will go better.

My office is like a bombsite. Piles of papers lying unsorted for months, which accumulate dust and cat hair, which attracts the cat, who sleeps on top of them. My desk is huge and covered with piles of stuff. The clincher is that I have quite an organised brain, so don't lose things even if it's this messy - so there's no incentive to clear up.

Settlers - Heritage of Kings is preventing me doing anything at the moment.

I've got a good 8 boxes of crap I never unpacked after moving in to my new place. I bought new shelves and organized everything until pretty much it was all how I wanted. But there was these 6-8 boxes of knick-knaks, old records and the like un-stored. The thing is I pretty much just want to get rid of this stuff, but it can't be just a blind toss out. No, I need to go through them one at a time, contemplate each object, however briefly, and only then dispose of them. In some cases, especially things I've had since I was young, I might document in some fashion. It really isn't so much owning things as the memories they represent and invoke. I have too much stuff but its because of inertia - my tendencies are minimalism and simplicity. But memories are tied into these objects (our extended phenotype as it were) and I want to preserve that.

So this year, sooner rather then later, these objects are going digital and then going away (of course I said that last year...).

I'm slowly relcaiming my house. I've got the dishes down to two sinks full and the counter, but I can see the stove and the other counter.

I've been putting off getting the rest of the Ex's stuff out of the house. The latch on the Jeep is broken, so he hasn't been taking the boxes out regularly. I finally said 'screw it' and I'm dumping stuff in the leaky, dusty garage. I'm putting it out of harms way, of course.

papers, papers, papers. I'm a piler, not a filer. Hellen says that's ok, but I need to find a vertical filing system. But first the papers need sorting, and the clothes need washing, and I have to sweep, etc. etc....

Oh, the pledge:

1) At least one sink of dishes
2) Bath for the kids
3) Pick up and sweep the living room floor YET AGAIN
4) Make my room full of my stuff only.
5) Get some good beer and savor the silence tonight.

Oof. I didn't get through #1 all the way. I guess that's what tomorrow is for. Along the way, however, I did get four (smallish because they were specialized) loads of laundry done. Three of them are put away.

Ugh.

But it's OK, right? I'm making progress. And somewhere in there I also made a big pot of chicken and dumplings. So I do have food.

mmm chicken and dumplings.

We just spent the day running errands and deep cleaning the apartment. Now relaxed in front of football with a playful baby. Happy times.

Seconding the mmmm chicken and dumplings.

Otherwise, you can pretty much read DarkForest's post for the position I'm in. Too much clutter. Although I keep cleaning off the kitchen table (which we rarely ever eat at) and the rest of the family keeps filling it back up so that one is not my fault. I need to go through my books and my closet again, and weed out what's unnecessary for donation. (In reality, I'll just end up making room for new stuff. Sigh. It's a never ending cycle, isn't it?)

Mmmmm chicken and dumplings indeed. I haven't had any yet because I went to an impromptu cookout at a friend's and ate a burger as huge as my head instead.

Tonight I think the two cubic meters of clothes on the bed will be my blankets.

SA-WEET! Cinnamon and Gerardo just came by! CUTIE dog!

That's easy, I pretty much hate everything that I do and about how I live.

The hard part is in the changing.

Can't clean anything, because it's all has to be packed up by Friday night and so what's the point? I'll just do it Friday night.

However, I will do a load of laundry, put some stuff up on eBay, and maybe close up two boxes (which my witch of a roommate is making me keep in my room instead of the hallways; wth, woman, it's only going to be for five days now!) so that all I have to do Saturday morning is roll out of bed, take a shower, put my grubbies and my tennis shoes on, and start the moving process.